Big Buik

A trip up to the dentist's - well, it was the dental hygienist this time but I’d lost track of who it was. Another new one. The turnover in dental hygienists in that place is remarkable. Maybe it’s the same everywhere. Understandably, perhaps. I mean how long could you stand working nine to five peering into a procession of filthy spittly old mouths? At least the barber can ask where you’re off on holidays. Aaaaa e ohhhhh aaaah uuuughh aaa. 
Back to lather preservative on the wendy house floor after wiping it clean. And then I decided I should do some reading. I have a new book, after all. The sort of book that won’t read itself. And it looks a bit on the large side for reading on my sun lounger in … let me check… 31 days 23 hours time.