Dentist appointment first thing this morning. He was actually very complimentary - told me I was doing really well and my teeth and gums looked very healthy. He also mentioned the excellent private dental care I was forced to have I had a couple of years ago - he does it every time - more out of fear than anything els, I suppose.
While I was waiting to go in - I scrutinised the girl now working on reception, she was much better than any of the dozen or so other people who have worked here over the last few years, and had the most perfect teeth I've ever seen. Probably goes with the job. I had to wait and extra 15 mins for my appointment - in that time I had to listen to a 22-year-old mother of 3 who had brought her children and mother with her to make her first appointment in an unspecified but very long time. She was apparently 'petrified' of the dentist - and wouldn't shut up about it. Additionally, a woman called the practice to say she had lost her lower plate and could they send her a new on. I don't think it works like that. The woman who had been in the chair before me finally emerged. Morbidly obese and with lungs filled with fluid. The dentist was feverishly washing his hands as I entered the room. I decide to just tune-out and pray for it all the be over.
Went to work - managed until about 2pm before a stonking and unexpected headache forced me to leave. It was actually sunny and warm - and I felt a bit better by the time I arrived home - almost like a spring day. Let's hope so.
Here's a great photo of Julianne Moore from last night's BAFTA's. One of my favouriteie actresses of all time.