It’s been very up and down over the past few days. Mostly because of Kenny, diminishing before us but still himself. We both visit daily, it’s the least we can do, and the difficulty we find is nothing compared to his own or that of his family. He’s not in pain and is wonderfully looked after, I hope his mind is preparing him to leave us.
Having had a lot of fun with the lamppost and the Landrover (darlings, I’ve been asked so many times, I’ve finally checked and it’s a Freelander ES TD4, 2001, automatic, diesel, 84,750 miles, leather upholstery, FSH [I know what that means], PAS, RCL [huh? – no, genuinely, I’ve no idea] and so on and so on…) – anyway, I’ve got an insurance quote that I’m going to accept because I’ve done a whole lot of boring checking online and sometimes the thing to do is actually to ring up the people you already insure with. I’ll take a picture, but I haven’t got the car yet so it won’t be for a few days.
I broke a chunk of tooth off last night and, rather marvellously, was able to see the dentist today. Less marvellously, he says it had better be crowned. Oh bum. Yes indeed, it will be expensive (please hope that I don’t need a root canal filling which will cost an extra £280. My roots are splendid, so surely not). However, I’ve got the money in the bank, even though I hadn’t planned on spending it on a tooth. Other porcelain, possibly. Sensible things, certainly. Although I have already committed to two holidays and a couple of nights away already this year – thank goodness I’d already committed, because otherwise good sensible common sense might have crept in, and where’s the fun in that?
Never mind, I’ll drive less. You can save so much by getting on your bike. Except energy, of course. There’s not too much of that going spare in February. Although it’s warming up and there are lots of flowers in the garden. Chin up, darlings. Never say diet.