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Am I on the mend? Or is it just that I haven't been talking in a monologue for 100 minutes for the last two nights? I risked an early morning game of tennis and managed to play for an hour, though was fading a bit by the last ten minutes and then stiff for the rest of the day. Still thrashed my younger opponent by two sets to love, but he was 3-0 up in the third when our time was up, so my time of dominance may be over soon.
Ostensibly a day off, but of course I managed to fill it with stuff - doing a quick supermarket shop and then heading to the hygienist to get my teeth cleaned. And even though hygienists want you to forget to brush your teeth, she gave me a pretty hard time about not having brushed my teeth enough. The thing is I always do great for the week after I've seen her and then my enthusiasm wanes. If she saw me again next week she'd think I was awesome.
Anyway she attacked my teeth with the nerve-jangling buzzing instrument and then pulled at them with a big metal pick and then polished them, occasionally bringing out the nerve-jangler again, just when I thought the torture was over. Then she told me how to use a toothbrush. Like I don't know that after 57 years. She might have had a point. But why was she telling me? This isn't in her interest. She must be glad that I am so bad at this. But boy did I clean my teeth well tonight. I expect I will keep it up this time.
I had to pop to the post office to post off my ebay items (thanks so much to all the buyers, you're really helping keep the podcasts going) and then come home for lunch and to prepare for a book club record (and then do the book club record) And then, from 3pm, my time was my own, (which at the moment means half-watching New Tricks from the start, whilst playing online poker, every time not being able to believe that Dennis Waterman is dead. Doesn't seem possible) until the kids got back from swimming and I had to get them into bed. I had to tell Ernie I was away for the next four nights and he was not happy about it. Neither am I, to be fair. It's been an hilarious couple of days at home, which makes going away again all the more painful. Hopefully June and July are going to be a bit less busy and I am really looking forward to August when we're going to all be up at the Fringe and then off on holiday together. Let's see if they're so sad to see me go away after that!
