Saturday, 8 August 2009

Tuesday 4 August 2009

Being the sort of person who is fairly lax about appointments, I hadn’t been to the optician or the dentist for quite some time. The downside of this is that something was bound to go amiss, although I did not expect two things to go amiss simultaneously in that serious toothache appeared last week at the same time that my glasses fell apart. Today, I had to go in and have an eye-test and later, have a tooth removed.
I could not speak this evening, but nevertheless Mr Soprano rang me from America to ask what sort of bacon we eat.
Yes. That’s what I thought.

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