Good old hockey sticks

It was fine. I don't know what I was bothered about! Ha ha, no, it was okay. Puffy frozen mouth now but on the whole fine.

Another different dentist and she was nice. Kept reassuring me and telling me I was doing great: I think she noticed my shoulders tensing up to my ears at regular intervals. That was involuntary, a natural response, I think, to stress, and the potential for pain or discomfort.

I had to stop at a shop on the way back to buy extra milk and I popped into the charity shop as well. Of course. 

I used to love my Judy comics as a child and I wondered if GrandDaughter2 might enjoy reading the annual. I suspect that, even though this one is only from 1992 and not my childhood, it will still have outdated ideas that GrandDaighter2 won't understand or care about. But I'll read it first anyway. Dream of the fab life I'd have had if I'd been able to go to a spiffing boarding-school and have late night tuck parties, after we'd won the hockey championship beating our old rivals, even though their captain had employed various devious cheats to ensure their victory.