Just how many seasons can one day throw at you?
I should've known when I hung out my washing first thing this morning that the cold front was about to jump the fence when my back was turned.
Sleet, gales, snow, rain and sun, then repeat.
I managed to drag my aching jaw to the chemist and a quick library visit to pick up a Rebus and order a couple of other books.
After that I fell asleep on the settee in fron of the stove with my Paracetamol.
My cheek is puffing out nicely. I wonder what colour it will be tomorrow, just in time for me returning to work?
Another Tramadol night first methinks.
I just hope I stop having the Dentist nightmare.