Good morning, Mick and everyone from the cool and grey of Carlisle. The sun actually came out yesterday in the late afternoon but it was a bit cool for sitting out. My CH has occasionally kicked in first thing in the morning and in the evening. Last night I had to turn it up and put a thicker sweater on. I seem to feel the cold more and more.
Yesterday at breakfast, a crown came out. I phoned my private dentist to find there wasn't one in that day. There isn't this morning either, they are all on holiday! The dentist that may come in for emergencies may give me a call. It just isn't good enough so I'm looking to change. The current practice is part of a chain which took over my former Whitehaven practice where they were fine. I think the problem is that the dentists all seem to be Spanish and disappear home for the summer. Not a way to run a business. I'm glad I'm not in agony.
I've dismembered the last of my cardboard boxes but stuff is still scattered around looking for a home. I was fed up with seeing the boxes though.
I remember that poem now, Ashcombe. It's a bit sad, isn't it?
Smiling at Iris's precocious comment!
It's a sad anniversary for you, Georgesgran, all rather raw still.
Will be thinking of you.