2008 — 23 September: Tuesday
It's 01:02 and I'm recently back from a meal over in Winchester and the marvellous documentary "In the shadow of the moon". The motorway was deliciously empty, the stars are out, the bit of moon that's visible is a strange orange-yellow colour, Bob Dylan's on the radio, and it's time for tonight's picture of Christa:
Christa and Petra at Stonehenge
I'm pretty sure that's her chum Petra1 from university days.
I have one more day to tolerate the toothy twinges. I do hope Dr Fang can fix the problem before I go swanning across the country. Toothache and a funeral is just slightly too rich a mixture to leave my equanimity nice and smooth, I fear.
Once more, with feeling... dept.
My brother's attitude to pain is to ignore it. Christa's was to think of something pleasant. Mine? Pop a disprin (or similar) — recall the Cectic comic strip from back in April. Still, I've just heard the delicious Judie Tzuke track "For you" on the radio, there are signs of sunshine, breakfast is loaded, and I have a lunch date though no great inclination to chew!
Blinking lights... dept.
That will be the aunt I'm rendezvousing with tomorrow evening checking up on me. Yep! She actually rang last night but a) I was out and b) I rarely notice the answering gadget is flashing at me until quite long after the event. It's one of those things I've never got into the habit of checking, though it was probably always the first thing Christa looked at each time we arrived home.
Anyway, I enjoyed the lunch and the chat, John, thank you. Please assume any taciturnity is caused by the ache in the jaw. It is. Roll on tomorrow morning's session in the dentist's chair.
I don't suppose anyone knows where Christa chose to hide the fruit juice extractor thingy? No, I didn't think so. You realise what this means, of course? That's right. I cannot "deduce" the location of the "dejuicer"!
Such clock?!
It's 19:06 and the inner man has been cautiously fed. (The troublesome molar has chosen to become heat sensitive which is cutting into my enjoyment of steaming hot cups of tea.) Good god! Some of the bonuses (still being) negotiated by employees of Lehman Brothers exceed my lifetime earnings, and are now being haggled over as the Japanese bank Nomura sniffs around the European carcase. I find it hard to feel much sympathy towards some portions of the finance industry. But, with Desmond Carrington playing such excellent music...