Huddersfield

FRIDAY

It’s a good job I was up early because the BUPA dental practice in Heckmondwike messaged me over breakfast. One of their dentists had gone sick, and my 11:20 appointment was brought forward. Just what you need on Friday the 13th when you’ve got a 95-mile trek across to West Yorkshire and not much wiggle room.

Luckily, the motorways were kind—no traffic jams or unexpected drama on the M62—so I even managed to squeeze in a quick stop at Liversedge Cemetery en-route. My Dad would’ve been 99 next week, so it felt right to pop by and pay my respects. A thoughtful moment before the madness of the day.

At the dentist, I had one of my white fillings redone under for free under the 12-month warranty. It’s not often you get anything from the dentist without emptying your wallet these days.

Then it was on to the podiatrist, who also happens to be my cousin’s daughter. We had a family catch-up while she worked on my feet.

Next stop, Holmfirth, for  another audiology appointment. Then it was on to the main event—Christmas dinner with my ex-work colleagues at Revolution in Huddersfield.

I've not seen most of my ex-workmates since December last year so it was good to share cracker jokes, laughs, stories, and the kind of gossip that reminds you just how much fun you used to have together whilst tucking into the turkey and all the trimmings.

The drive back to North Wales was uneventful with quick pit stop at Birch Services to refuel (me, not the car).

What more could you cram into 12 hours?

Oh and the best Christmas cracker joke so far this year:

What Do You Call A French Man in Sandals? ...............
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Phillipe Flop


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