Seasons of mists...

... has come a bit too early in my opinion, and not enough of the close-bosomed sun either. It's bloomin' awful.

The only other news - I was incredibly brave and ventured to the hygienist to have my teeth cleaned. As you may recall, I am a huge wimp when it comes to things dental and really really did not want to go. In the event, M was not the merciless scrapper she had been made out to be and was perfectly nice, did the necessary and I wasn't too twitchy. Phew.