Chilled

So, back up that road. By 'eck but I was cold. I had to go into service stations twice just to warm up. Shudderingly cold, I was, poor mite. And then I got the sleeping bag out and wrapped myself in it. That's how to drive. The cruise control is a great thing.
And a first at 5pm - a trip to the dental hygienist. Old Mikey used to do the full works, scrape polish, poke about, as well as yap about boats. Now I go to the new dentist and he just has a poke about, takes his fee and passes me on the hygienist. For her fee, of course. Still, I got two wee free (yes, the wee frees make an overdue appearance) dental sticky brushes. She opined that my teeth and gums were quite healthy. I didn't tell her how frequently I gargle with antiseptic mouthwash. Campbeltown is a particularly good source.
Time for kippage; I have a new New Statesman full of stories and opinions about ISIL. Great bedtime reading. They're a bad lot, so they are. And they'll get their comeuppance, they jolly well will. Now read on....