Up to the dentist this afternoon to receive the grim news: yet another tooth must go, making it 4 now in 3 years.
The tooth is so important for eating, being a molar, that it's either another implant, or that dreaded word, a denture. I have 2 weeks of grace, while my temporary cap holds out, before I face a period of anything up to 4 months of eating just with my front teeth. Great...
For some days now, high winds have been predicted for today, and right on cue, preceded by skies of a quite ominous yellow-grey, they arrived just before darkness fell. Pressure here is low at 28.8 inches, but 2 days ago when conditions were still calm, my barograph had fallen to 28.6 inches, the lowest figure it has recorded since March 2008. I must remember to check for fallen slates in the morning...
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