Recuperating

Not Basil; me. I had my errant wisdom tooth extracted this morning, which was a first for me. It was nowhere near as bad an experience as I had feared but I'm jolly glad it's over. I have since spent the day taking it easy, as instructed by the dentist, reclining on the sofa with my faithful hounds. Also as instructed I waited until 2pm to eat or drink anything (it seemed like forever) and have stuck to soft food (Jaffa Cakes). More of the same for the rest of the day, I think (although perhaps some nice Covent Garden soup when I've run out of Jaffa Cakes).