Another cheery week. For one thing, it’s still cold. Which means that unless I fire up the radiators, I have to stay in bed, at least until six in the evening, when legends say the charges go down (whether this is true or not I dare not look up). Sometimes I envy you lot who have to work in offices, which are toasty because someone else is paying for the heating. Then again, to get to an office you have to get out of bed. So I’ll stick with my arrangement. But really, this weather is beginning to get me down. It seems to have been like this for years. I gather that it’s going to be a lot warmer by the time you read this, but right now I am at the end of my tether.
Things are not helped by what seems to be an infection in my upper jaw which adds to the whole Victorian hardship vibe that seems to be the dominant mode at the moment. I am not sure whether it’s a doctor thing or a dentist thing so for the moment I have decided to do nothing, just take painkillers until it all goes away, one way or the other. The thought of looking for a dentist does not exactly improve the mood.
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