Odd the little things that can derail the most ardently-made resolutions. Like husband parting company with his company and me not blogging for a month. Or so. But it's ok - here in leafy South Bucks it has become a well-established tradition that, at boys' drinkup, the one without a job pays for
nada. (Only on the first evening, mind. Some of these blokes have been known to lead a life of unnecessary leisure for rather longer than - well, necessary.) So Jeremy staggered in last week, thinking, I suspect, that he would rather have a job. But it's OK. All is for the best in this best of all possible worlds. All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well. Can't think of any more.
Here's two things about Sid -
she has lost eight teeth, and grown back two. She can't eat properly, and whistles slightly when she talks.

Also, and this is TERRIBLE,
I can't even bear to think the word's.
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eek's! I do think you should be heartened, however, at how high book's (sic) are on Sid's list. Crikey, she is amazingly advanced on the tooth front! R only lost her second tooth today. She has a gap at the bottom, but not at the top yet.
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