Last minute echium

The Principal is unwell with excruciating toothache. A cracked root under a crown. Antibiotics and painkillers before a date with the tooth puller.

I phutzed around that emails that haven't been working as they should - to no avail.  BT web forums full of complaints at the service and the fault that is not unique to me.

John's house sale went through while we were away. I handed over the two keys I still held yesterday. It was seven months to the day on which he died. How quickly life moves on.

Tomorrow I hope to get onto to those Mull backblips.