1. I worry my teeth have got more sensitive. I worry that I’ve had an unusual spate of ulcers recently. I worry my enamel erosion has got worse. I worry that my decades of overeating sugar have crept up on me and I’ll need to have my first filling. Then the dentist tells me my teeth are perfect – the erosion hasn’t got any worse and there are no signs whatsoever of decay. Phew.
1b. Our dentist is in our old neighbourhood – just off the local high street. I had forgotten what a busy little hub it is. It is now, as it was when we lived there, rundown and most of its shops are of the betting, charity or pawn variety – but there are gems amongst the rough: the good butchers, the best hairdressers I’ve ever been to, and the bakery with renowned pork pies. We don’t stay to play but our quick visit makes me miss living there, just a little bit.
2. The dish is tasty – light and fresh – and we’re tempted to hold off on the parmesan in case it clashes — but it doesn’t: it provides another dimension and makes it come alive.
3. Kaufman stands on his back legs to reach the taunting treat in my hand. I think he’s decided to be a long cat so it is easier to reach them.
4. My favourite thing about having long hair is being able to tie it in a knot when I’m bored with it being in my face.
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