toothache and funny stuff.

Horrible day today, I miss my dad. I probably ruined H's father's day and hre ruined my Sunday which is fine because I don't much like Sundays anyway.
I am generally having a down time lately, I hope it is just the stress of moving and know for sure it is all this damned RAIN...for heaven's sake, we're not talking a bit of drizzle but endless plishing down stuff that really beginning to drain my already depleted sunshine reserves.
I did go swimming yesterday, me, in a swim suit, in public and all. I just figured that should people in the pool be horrified and revolted I wouldn't know, also, they would forget all about me once we left, my children however, would remember that I actually came swimming and went IN ... they loved it, dear Isaac paddled over to H and I at one stage, squished in between us smiled a happy smile and then said " Ok, bye family" and paddled off in his swim ring again. Worth every cringing moment if you ask me. I did a length or 3 of the big pool ( I used to do 30 or so without a second thought in the good old days.) and felt incredibly vitalised and joyous. I do believe this will become a regular thing.
I have a toothache, that helps doesn't it? Raging tooth pain that clouds everything and squeezes out every other feeling or thought. I just took 2 dihydrocodiene.....ahhhhhhh, thankyou drug making people and doctors who prescribe, no twitchy legs and begone toothache, am all sort of woozie and carefree.
I laughed very much earlier...want to laugh with me? Go on then.



That's how they talk down here, really.....devonshire. That's what we think we we come to america too...everythin' all big and sunshiny. I love me some French and Saunders. Enjoy it.