Dog Day Afternoon

At the Black Dog cafe.

It’s Poetry Day in New Zealand, but apart from a friend’s email wishing me Happy Poetry Day, I wouldn’t have remembered.

Poetry and I are taking a bit of a breather right now. I’m more into blogging and creative non-fiction these days. (I’m actually beginning to suspect that in my case, blogging and creative non-fiction may just be the same thing).

Pretty sure my dentist wouldn’t know anything about it being Poetry Day. I was dreading some pain and discomfort and bad, bad, expensive news, but it was better than I had anticipated. Just some minor problems with my gums.

It’s raining outside; traffic trawling past the cafe windows with that resilient air people, animals, machines and buildings take on when under sufferance from inclement weather.

On the sound system; American music verging on a type of reggae blues. The tambourine a major feature.

Street art on the wall of the car park

My hot choc having reached an end, I’m back out into the cold fresh rain; my gums and I having come to an agreement to look after each other better and keep dentist appointments to a minimum.

“Do you have a preference for appointment times?” the receptionist asked me.

“Yes. Afternoons,” I said, “I don’t do mornings”.


Writer from Dunedin, New Zealand.

2 thoughts on “Dog Day Afternoon

  1. I loved this. I could imagine it all 🙂 And me, I do mornings. I like to be there as soon as the dentist opens … otherwise, I have the feeling of this sword over my neck, all day long x

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