Left home at 5.45 this morning to get Julia to work. Face was a bit puckered – felt like I’d been sucking lemons after a night of saline mouthwashes. I’m due at the dentist on Tuesday for round two of the epic tooth tug and want a nice clean mouth.
Went to the airport after that to pick up Number Two Son. Arrived 6.30. His relief was late and we didn’t get away until nearly 8.00. I used my time wisely – having taken a notebook with me, but the sunrise was a depressing, though dry, grey, so no photography.
We got home at 8.45, after a detour to reurn his office keys when he realised he still had them in his pocket.
Fortunately we hadn’t gone far.
Wrote this, mentally ticked another day off my 100. Going back to bed now and will hopefully rise, refreshed, to do the shopping.
I know what you mean about mouthwashes. I have had to use one recently with the same result.
You have my sympathy.
My face would be puckered, too, if I had to leave at 5:45. Not a morning person. 😉 Good luck with that tooth.
Thank you. 🙂
Good luck with the tooth pulling on Tuesday, Quercus!
The mental preparations have started…
An early start gets the job done – take the rest of the day off
I will use this advice in my defence when Julia gets home.