You know Col, the UK, given the right weather, is lush and beautifully green. The Hampshire forests remind me so much of the North Wales adventures which illustrated my childhood. The dappled light cast by the various forests are so beautiful. I could quite easily move to this part of the world if it wasn't for family ties. But if I was going to move... I would probably move towards you if legalities allowed.
Jane Austen's Chawton was beautiful. Did you ever watch Midsummer Murders? Beautiful, picturesque, slightly menacing? That's what I thought... kidding. So perfect, so beautiful, will definitely visit again.
After the physio on Monday, I had a couple of hours with Everly and then it was time for the dentist. Feel free to queue dramatic music here. I haven't had a check up for three years but I've had tooth ache for probably twelve months. I always hope/pray for my teeth to heal themselves and eventually get forced into submission.
One check up later and the intense ache I've been feeling is probably from gum infection as the multiple x-rays show up zilch, except for the £1k treatment plan which involves multiple hygienist visits. Well, I suppose it all evens out. It's my choice to go to a private dentist, I haven't been for three years so if you divide the total by three years....
Just happy that the teeth are holding up to be honest. I've invested in those tiny weeny inter dental brushes so from now on, I need to be supper dedicated to my dental hygiene.
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