My problematic tooth is playing up again, and I have
an ulcer on my gum that is roughly the same diameter as the Isle of Wight. Thank God I paid seventy quid to a hygienist
last week or my mouth might be really sore….
I’m sick of the constant cloud cover. Everything – typically of a British Winter – is cast in an overhang of grey. I’ve checked my 14-day weather forecast app and it tells me we’re due to have a grand total of 1 hour of sunshine over the next two weeks.
Brilliant.
Trying to be positive for a moment, though, we’ve ticked one month off the year already, Philippa is vaccinated with nothing more than a small discomfort in her arm muscle as a side effect, and it was still pretty light at 5pm yesterday. Spring is on the way! I even noticed some daffodils poking through the ground as we went for a freezing cold walk on Saturday afternoon.
And, of course, I only have four more weeks of
supermarket filling station management work to survive!
RC 1-2-21
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