The Phoenix Rises

Blipfoto.com

Velvet front

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.

      Comments

      You must be signed in to comment on this journal. If you haven't already, why not start your own journal and be a part of the community? It's free, only takes a minute and you'll be able to comment on everyone's journals. Join now or sign in to get started.

      Share this entry on any of the following sites:

           

      We've sent your friends an email including your message.

      Thanks, you're now subscribed to this journal.

      Thanks, you're now unsubscribed from this journal.