It's Tanya the Terrifying Hygenist this morning. Tanya is very nice but she has a droany voice and I can't bear her awful painful instruments. It all makes me feel quite unwell. I have to slog up to Harley Street by train, plane and automobile, actually I mean bus, train and tube. It takes ages and will be crowded. I am tired. I want to sleep some more and not go to Terrifying Tanya. Needs must.
I really must stop buying presents for myself and get some for other people; it's socks for boys today. They will be pairs of socks which is something novel for them. Maybe I'll get some nice tights for me too, I deserve a present after being good at the dentist and my resolve is low.
Mr Smith is being extra bah humbuggy these days. 'Tis the season.
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