A woman of merriment

So Wales lost (26-52) but they scored four tries and at one point the score was 21-24. Of course, that led to the flame flickering a little brighter only to be doused fairly quickly. But apart from a couple of silly penalties leading to sin-binning, the boys dun good. They battled, not giving up, and played well. Definitely hopeful signs for the future.

Not the immediate future however.

Next weekend they play double world champions, South Africa. Not only that, but the game's been arranged outside the official window so many players who play for teams outside Wales won't be available. Thirteen of the squad actually, including some of the best ones. Why the Welsh Rugby Union bosses thought it was a good idea to arrange this game is a mystery, but then they don't seem to have much sense about anything, and rugby in this small country is in a right state.

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I've been to the dental hygienist this morning. The appointment has been hanging over me for weeks, clouding my joy: I hate going to the hygienist. As I told her when I got there. 

It wasn't too bad apart from the wanting to swallow and not being able to. At least not when she began. When she got to work on my lower front teeth I was grimacing. 

Lying back in the chair I kept telling my body to relax only to find, within seconds, that it was tensed up again. I guess a hygienist's chair isn't the place to relax. And when she was working on the bottom teeth, each time she touched a nerve my body straightened out - like a cartoon character who's had an electric shock. I expected to shoot out of the chair at any moment.

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I'm a bit snuffly and dry today so I'm planning an easy few days. Maybe get my Christmas shopping mostly done. The last few years I've tried to shop locally but life's been so busy recently I'm afraid I've had to go on-line. I did manage to buy a few gifts from local artists though.

I hope my tombstone will say something like this.

"A man of music, of merriment, of poetry and love."