The upshot

Just in case to are wondering what happened at 3 pm today (see yesterday’s post), here is a short account.

Having previously timed the walk to the dentist’s surgery, I could plan to arrive just a few minutes before the time of my appointment. I know they prefer you not to be early but, on the other hand, there were bound to be some formalities. There were: the receptionist checked my temperature with one of those gadgets that looks like a cross between a torch and a pistol and asked if I had any Covid symptoms.

I was handed an envelope file with my details and instructed to proceed. This is where things went a little wrong. I thought the receptionist told me to take the second door on the left. When I reached it, there was a staircase leading down to what looked like a storage area. That couldn’t be right, could it?

While I was thus floundering, a member of staff appeared and I explained my dilemma. She directed me to the second floor (my hearing loss leaves vowels perfectly clear but confuses consonants, so that floor and door sound the same.)

I climbed the narrow staircase as though engaged on an ascent of Annapurna and arrived reasonably puffed. I still wasn’t sure I was in the right place but as there wasn’t anywhere further to go, I waited to see what would happen.

What happened was that, after a while, a door opened and a dental nurse ushered me into a small dentist’s surgery. Still somewhat out of breath from the climb, I explained why I had come and submitted myself to the ministrations of the dentist.

After considering the case, the dentist explained that as the tooth already had a large filling, to do a “proper job” would need a lot of work and several visits. “Which you probably don’t want at this stage,” he concluded, echoing my thoughts perfectly. We agreed that he would do a “quick job” that would last for a while and reconsider if and when, as was likely, it would eventually fail.

“Quick” was the right word because barely had he started the work, so it seemed to me, when he pronounced it done. I cautiously enquired whether I should refrain from food and drink for a while to let it settle. No, said he, “Just act normally”.

Upper Street
Upper Street

I descended the steep and narrow staircase and exited into the bustle of Upper Street.

St Mary’s Church Gardens
St Mary’s Church Gardens

As yesterday, I went into St Mary’s Church Gardens to calm myself down. It’s quite a pleasant park despite being rather small.

One of the fine old trees
One of the fine old trees

There are several fine old trees in the garden. I don’t know how old they are but guess they must have been here when the original church was founded in the 18th century.

Gravestones stacked along the perimeter
Gravestones stacked along the perimeter

As is usual with city burial grounds that have been turned into parks, the gravestones have been removed from their original positions and been stacked along the perimeter. These gravestones gave me the strange feeling that they were waiting for something.

Tomb left in place
Tomb left in place

Some of the larger tombs have been left in place like this one. It presumably once bore an inscription but, if so, this has eroded away and all the surfaces are blank. We tend to think of stone as permanent but, of course, it isn’t: stone too decays in time.

Strange little building
Strange little building

In one corner of the garden is this curious little building. I have no idea what its purpose is. Could it once have been a coffee kiosk? Whatever it’s for, I have never seen it in use.

Drinking fountain
Drinking fountain

Nearby is the old drinking fountain. A dog lover has placed a bowl beside it to enable dogs to quench their thirst. This, and the puddles around the fountain, suggested that it still worked. It can be induced to produce water by turning the knob on the side but the water is now reduced to a trickle.

St Mary’s Church
St Mary’s Church

To conclude, I took a quick photo of St Mary’s Church and made my way home. As before, I passed through Angel Central, where I had another try at photographing some lights.

Decorative lights, Angel Central
Decorative lights, Angel Central

These were steady lights, not changing lights, and so easier to photograph.

From here I was soon home and, taking the dentist at his word, I made a pot of tea. So far, the “quick job” reconstructed tooth is still in place.

About SilverTiger

I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
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