I have never, in all my extensive and drawn out puff, had a toothache such as that I endured over the last week - even nudging the thing with my tongue set off waves of agony and caused me to wonder if life were really, on the whole, taken by and large, worth all the bother......
Fortunately, the dentist's antibiotics, the chemist's Oil of Cloves, the Internet's suggestion of a salt and bicarb poultice, and the fact that all together caused the foul thing to burst (I shall spare you the details, the rich multiplicity of colours thus produced, wishing that someone might have spared me too) and eased the ghastly agonies sufficiently to enable me to enjoy lunch with my mother, brother and sister-in-law on Saturday at the New Inn, at Shalfleet, Isle of Wight (wonderful fish!) and also lunch today at the Buddle Inn, just down the road, for some of the best roast beef, Yorkshire pud and roast potatoes, courtesy of my friend Mr Skidmore, I've had for a long time. And today was my birthday. Yes, no more pretence that we are a mere 39, which seemed to be fooling just about no one; we have entered our 63rd year: and if it could be held free of the gastric haemorrhage, chest infections and tooth abscess we've had this year, I shall be grateful. I realize that Fate has had a high old time this year, working out what to inflict on me next, but - take a break, eh? Don't work yourself into an early grave..... Turn the attention somewhere else......
Interest has been expressed by several people in my e-book; one has worked out how to pay for it and done so; others require the dvd version and will be provided with the same the moment they give me a) their money, b) their addresses. Hint. I am not being bowled over in the rush, but that's rather the way I anticipated it - a steady and gentle stream will suit me much better.
Did I say, it's awfully GOOD.....?
Welcome to my new follower, who brings the total number of regular readers up to 11. Also a slow and steady build-up....
Back to painting as soon as possible - I haven't had the time for a month while I wrote the book, or the inclination since one infection followed another .... but I hope the last of these emergencies and disasters has, for the time being at least, passed by. I'm not sure quite how many more I could take..... But we seem to trundle on, like an old tank.....
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