Not so long to go now, holding on

Wed 28 August. My tooth and jaw are still hurting from the gruesome
visit to the dentist yesterday. It is getting better now. Slowly.

Rug and I had a nice break in Devon at the weekend. On the down side, I
have had to write a complaint letter to South West trains again. A long
story. I am down by ?47. because of them.

Someone is going to view my flat tonight. The first viewer. I am
nervous. I will have to join housework obsessed anonymous if this
carries on. Scrubbing the bath at 10.30pm last night and polishing the
mirrors. Madness!

The first of my leaving drinks is scheduled for tonight: Debs, Don,
Sally and Carlos. The old-timers. Don actually left a while ago, but he
didn't go too far.

I think my travel diary of the weekend is a tad boring, as is this one,
and the book I am writing it in is falling apart already. Maybe I am a
tad boring. Hopefully my writing will improve with time, and with the
new course I am doing, of course.