My friend duly arrived last night, and with his daughter and her girlfriend in tow. We ordered in a curry and washed it down with champagne. A highly enjoyable evening was had by all (I like to think, but what do I know? There might have been some highly complex inter-personal dynamics going on tonight, and I may not have noticed.. It would be just like me...
Today he helped me with some things he knows intimidate me. The darling man: he has been doing this sort of thing for me for so many years now. Later, in the afterglow left by the force of his personality, I was enjoying an apple from our garden (this year has produced a bumper crop of crisp and beautifully succulent fruit of a kind you simply cannot buy in a supermarket), when a tooth in my lower left jaw sheared off right at gum level. This is heavy stuff. I have few enough teeth remaining as it stands, and this one is almost essential for eating. I may need another implant, with all the hassle and expense that that implies. But as the French have it:
"Il faut manger"
Bugger...
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