A confusion of cranes

More tedious travelling to the dentist in Edinburgh. I even got the day wrong. My calendar skills receding along with my gums. Still, they squeezed me in, for what it was worth, and I emerged with my teeth claggy with fluoride goo.

Back home I struggle to focus. There are so many other things I’d rather be doing than work. I have more edits to do in chapter 4 and there’s a new talk for Friday.

I make kedgeree tea. It’s not bad. Nick continues his relocation to the bothy. I go to bed and watch How To Talk To Girls At Parties until the battery runs out.