Handy.

I got on a train to London today and half a back tooth fell out. Never great but especially not when you're it away a few days. But when I arrived at the hotel I spotted a dentist right next door! It's fate! (I don't plan to use it, touch wood I'm not in pain).

It also seems I've left all my medication at home. I remember so clearly counting and boxing it and thought it had gone in my bag. Apparently not. Shit. I'll survive if not I'll track down whatever I need to track down from somewhere!

I need to screw my head back on, I'm getting so dozy.