Because I know the state of my teeth is fascinating…
I have burning mouth syndrome. Oh hurrah. Apparently quite common in post menopausal women. Oh double hurrah, my body has now decided to go into rapid ageing mode. There is no treatment. Triple bloody hurrah.
What is it about me and song titles?
Well did the holiday thing and I think I can safely say I never want to holiday alone again.
Good points: doing your own thing; not having to put up with anyone else’s travelling foibles; not having anyone moan at you about your travelling foibles.
Bad points: excruciating loneliness; not speaking to anyone who was not in a service industry and therefore being paid to speak to me; social leprosy connected to being a single female on holiday.
I did get some rest and relaxation. Had very nice spa treatments. Read lots of books. I was also proud of myself that I didn’t hide in my room. I went out every night and had dinner (thank heavens for the Sunday Times and its plethora of magazines - handy dining companions). Also had a lot of time to make endless observations about the foibles of the British abroad - they are a horror! But that’s possibly the subject of another blog.
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