This last week has shot by. It feels like only a couple of days ago that I was cooking up a gallon of soup on Saturday morning and fish pie for Helen and Mike coming around for dinner on Sunday night. And now it’s Friday and I’ve picked up dad from the station and brought him home via Somerfield and will be doing the whole cooking routine all over again.

For simplicity I might repeat the fish pie.

I don’t know where the time is going at the moment. I have a long list of people who I need to send emails to, and it’s growing by the day. I’ve still not really done anything with the holiday photos apart from pick out a few to drop on here. None have been printed. There are only three working days in the office next week, with two being gobbled up by the MacExpo and our Awards, for which we had the stopwatched run-through earlier this week, and all went well.

And somewhere in among all that I need to fit in a trip to the dentist. I have a small pulsing toothache on the left-hand side, and what looks suspiciously like a little hole in one of the less accessible recesses, which will not be fun to fill. Very annoying since I have no fillings at all to date. Now it looks like I’m heading for my first.

So much for being a part of the flouride generation. I thought we weren’t supposed to get cavities.

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