This year, the Sage has had several long, uncomfortable and expensive visits to the dentist. He hasn’t needed anything much doing for ages before this, but they all seem to be giving trouble at the same time. Think of him at 4 o’clock, preferably when you’re not eating a toffee.
Before that, to cheer him up a bit, I’m taking him to look at laptops. Not with an idea to buy one, just so he can decide what size screen he wants. He looked at Dilly’s a bit anxiously last week and said he didn’t think it would be big enough. I assured him he can have one as big as he likes. After that, he’s made an appointment with the curator at the museum in Norwich to look at their Lowestoft cat and compare it with the one from the sale before it’s delivered to its new owner.
I see that there’s an exhibition of 19th century photography at the British Library. I absolutely love early photography. Not the stilted studio photographs, not that I’ve anything against them as such, but the sense of time and place in them. I must get to it – it’s on until early March so there’s plenty of time, but I’ll try to set a date before Christmas because I know what it’s always like – I’ll put it off until the last minute otherwise and then not get around to it. Actually, I had to look up where it is as I’ve never been to the British Library. It’s free too – do go, darlings, if you can. It’ll be marvellous.
Anyway, with a rare example of efficiency and earliness, I’m off to the Post Office to tax my car for the next year. With two new rear tyres, it passed its MOT and so I might as well get the job done while I think of it. I’m not doing it online – I did that last year and they apparently sent the new tax disc but it never arrived, nor did its replacement. After three weeks, they finally sent it special delivery. Since I’d sold the car by then and just wanted it back to get a refund, it was a pain in the neck. I’m not playing that sort of game again. In any case, the nice couple at the post office are despondent enough at the thought of the reduced business because of the strike, so I’d rather give them my custom.