I treated myself at lunchtime

Woke up this morning with toothache (again). It started last night. I'm waiting for an Apicoectomy to clean out an infection at the bottom of a root canal. It might take weeks, unless the hospital has a cancellation. Meanwhile, I'm on a my second course of antiobiotics. I seem to have had a lot of them over the last year or so, which isn't good.

After I'd collected a prescription from the dentist I went to the High Street in town. The young woman who regularly sells the Big Issue outside the Co-op is pregnant. She seems to be of Middle Eastern origin. She stands there all day, sounding pathetic with tentative cries of "Beeeg Ishooo!", and most people ignore her. I know that she has at least one other child, because she once told me that her daughter was sick. At least it wasn't raining.

I may have toothache, but at least I've got a roof over my head and I can treat myself to smoked salmon for lunch. I like my life.