Behind you...

A resounding thump in the distance will be what you heard yesterday. It was the sound of Perfect Little Boy Ottawacker Jr. crashing to earth with the discovery of two small cavities (both, thankfully, in his milk teeth, so unlikely to require any work). It seems the "are you sure you are flossing properly?" and "are you sure that is long enough to clean all your teeth?" cries from the ground floor to the upstairs bathroom might soon have to be made in person - because apparently the answer to the first question is "no", and the answer to the second question is "God, no". Other than that, though, he is fine.

A busy day. Hair cut at 9.30 from the übertalented neighbour, who comes round to talk about how the people in her salon are crazy; some work; lunch with a good friend at the Chinese place; the dentist's run; a bit more work; then Ottawacker Jr. goes to soccer at Franco-Cité... In between all that, I did some serious planning.