Not startin’ off too well for me today because a tript’t’emergency dentist be in store. Molly got a little too excited and buckoly last night when I was havin’ a cuppa, jumped upt’say Ahoy! and smashed t’mug into me teeth. Result – I lost t’temporary coverin’s over me aft tooth that’s been prepped for a crown. Ouchie.
Not got t’old battle ship this mornin’, got requisitioned by me fine shipmate Daddy for t’day so I’ll havet’walk downt’Tavistock in a bit. Hopefully Dad’ll be aft from work by t’time I’ve finished and I’ll be ablet’blag a lift aft.
Also needt’work some culinery magic in t’kitchen later.
Feelin’ much more cheerful at t’moment than I have been. Mainly duet’one little sentence…”See you next week Bill!” Aye! That’s starboard, exactly 7 days and he’ll be within half an houro’landin’ in Blighty and no doubt I’ll be runnin’ around like a headless bilgerat tryin’t’figure out t’car parkin’ at Gatwick. Bill will be here next week. Damn that sounds good.
T’arrivalo’Bill also marks me last 9 days in t’UK before emmigration. If all goes well at t’Embassy on t’1st then I’ll be tearfully wavin’ bye byet’Britain t’followin’ Sunday. I keep fluctuatin’ between excitement, happiness, sorrow, joy, fear and panic. Been quite a jibby few weeks fer me.