Tombola

It's been a busy few days. Though not busy with anything particularly exciting. There was a trip to the dentist, for example. Dentists are okay, I suppose, in their own way: they provide a useful service to the public. Gone are the days of string and doorknobs, thankfully. (Hard to imagine how you can actually tie a piece of string around a tooth, unless folk were particularly gappy in earlier times.) I don't particularly dread the visit to the dentist; but then, nor do I look forward to it. It is just one of those things that you have to put up with. Like buying new tyres for the car. Or de-worming the cat. It must be quite demoralising to be a dentist sometimes, and to think that the public perception of your professional career is on a par with de-worming the cat. Talking of which, I actually did try to de-worm the cat this weekend. I had bought some tablets that were larger than the usual ones, and tried my usual ploy of hiding one in the cat food. Cat spotted it instantly. She is too clever for her own good. She is able to recognise the flea treatment on sight, too. I just need to keep one step ahead of her. Somehow.

It is a month till Christmas. I have been to a couple of Christmas markets already, but then they do tend to spring up all over the place nowadays. They are useful for instilling a little of the Yuletide spirit, even if it is only November. But this didn't stop the local church hosting their Christmas Fair yesterday. You would have thought that the Church would be a little stricter on these matters, and would only hold Christmas Fairs a day or two before the big event. But no, commercialism is seeping into every aspect of our public life. On the plus side, I did win a bottle. Some sort of drink. Bottles won at these events are rarely worth drinking. They tend to be things not on sale in shops, but only available for distribution via church fair tombolas. It is an unusual marketing strategy, but uncannily lucrative.