…The conclusion to my London tale.
Thank you all for your good wishes. I am on the mend but I have spent today catching up with some of your blogs. Don’t be offended if I haven’t visited you yet; I follow a LOT of blogs.
Tomorrow, I’m off to the hospital to see a man about a gag. I will take two buses there at the crack of rush hour to be fitted for a thing in my mouth that I don’t really want but which is supposed to stop me snoring.
If the dental doctor ends up with my breakfast on his shoes, don’t blame me – I gag if I put too much food in my mouth (it’s why I can’t eat trifle) so how they expect me to sleep with a plastic wotzit in my gob I really don’t know, but doctor, apparently, knows best.
Of course, if I choke to death in my sleep on the plastic wotzit that’s bound to cure my snoring, so the Hub’s all in favour of it.
Anyway, the ordeal of taking four buses and rubber fingers poking around my very private mouth probably means no London post tomorrow.