Sugar coated

A day of mixed fortunes, which began on a relative high as I went to a new dentist after not attending any dentist in the UK for a decade. Apparently I'm 'doing quite well' for someone who doesn't use an electric toothbrush, which are all the rage in the dentist world.

'You don't seem like you consume too many sugary drinks'.

Ha! I've pulled off the most elaborate con of the century. The wall display showing sugar content of drinks was quite sobering. Lucozade is nasty.

Work was frustrating on many counts. I've come to realise through my career that everything takes longer than expected. Today things were an extra level of protracted and complicated.

In the evening Berry and Helen cooked dinner and helped make plans for a Pretentious Soirée at my flat next weekend to celebrate my birthday a couple of days earlier. I am extremely unsophisticated so their advice has been useful to steer me away from Scotch eggs and Lambrini and more towards mozzarella and sun-dried tomatoes on sticks.