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Merrily listening to myself on old podcasts this morning (for my book- I’m not strange). I hardly ever listen back to these and it’s especially weird to hear the ones from five or six years ago. RHLSTP seems like such a recent thing, but it’s already old enough that some of the content reflects a different comedy landscape. But still loads of interesting and fun bits. But I am glad to say that I have also got way, way better at doing them and happier within myself too.
Was laughing at myself being funny when my wife texted me “Don’t you have a hygienist appointment today?†I had totally forgotten and not checked my diary as I have nothing in my life and had assumed I had no appointments. The appointment was in 10 mins time and on a good day I was 15 minutes away, but rather than ring to rearrange I bolted out of the door and tried to make it.
I made good progress but then hit a traffic jam and then couldn’t find anywhere to park. It was the most exciting thing that has happened in Hertfordshire this decade. And that includes last week’s scrapyard fire in Hitchin.
Eventually I found a parking space and rolled up 15 minutes late, but luckily they let me keep the appointment. Because this is the countryside and people don’t punish you for your own stupidity. I remembered my desire to have my own dental hygienist on hand at all times, in my own dental hygiene suite in my house, to clean my teeth properly every day or so, because I never seem to manage it. I bet Elton John has one. But Elton John must have been rich enough for that by the time he was 50. Who knows?
I was a bit spaced out by the rush and pretty much every piece of information I gave the hygienist was an accidental lie. But she cleaned the crud off my teeth and as always I said I’d get better at cleaning and flossing and as always I’ll keep my teeth feeling shiny and smooth for a week and then other things will take precedence. And the hygienist knows that that must be the case for her to continue to make £60 every half hour.
I nearly screwed up everyone else’s day too because I had taken my wife’s car because that was easiest to get to, but also both keys to my tour car and my wife had to take our baby swimming at one. And it was only as I approached home at about one that it suddenly struck me I might have ballsed up. She wasn’t in when I got home and I couldn’t work out what had happened. But she’d left via the front door as I came in the back and got in the car I’d just left without me seeing and without realising that I’d taken her car at all. Until she saw a Twirl wrapper on the seat. Ah Twirl, you always were my downfall.
