Somerton Deep on a windy day

Ouch

I have been moping around feeling rather sorry for myself for a few days.  I wondered what on earth could be wrong until it came to me in the middle of the night.  My teeth hurt, my face hurt, my ear hurt....TOOTH ACHE!

I ventured to the dentist this morning hoping for some antibiotics to clear the infection up only to discover I had an infection in two teeth....no wonder I felt a little under the weather.

 The dentist didn't give me antibiotics, instead she gave me a root canal.  Apparently the antibiotics would make me feel better but wouldn't solve the problem in the long term....and despite me being totally unmoved about the long term the dentist gave me the first stage of a root canal.  It isn't actually *that* bad until they hit the nerve.

Apparently I will begin to feel better quite soon....that is if it is the tooth she did the root canal on was the right tooth to do it on....the one next door may need doing too.  Aggggghhhrrrrrr

Oh, my friend. Goodbye

 So my friend, you are gone.  It got too much and for you the sun never shone.  Oh my friend if only.....if only......but it was never to be.
You stamped out you life.  Never to be free in this world.
Oh my friend.

But i was not your friend, and nor you mine. If only my finger tips had reached through my world in to your world, maybe, just maybe it would have changed. It didn't.  It hasn't. It probably wouldn't.  There are so many different lives we can all live, if only. If only. If only my friend, you had chosen to live.

Your corpse redundant, no more to breath.  All potential for laughter gone.
Pleasure snuffed out.
The pain too much.

Oh my friend. You needed a friend and you had plenty....but you hadn't met them yet.  Now you never will.

Rest in peace my friend.
Oh, my friend.

Covered up

 

I have seen this boat over the years sitting at the end of the garden covered up and I wonder what it’s story is. 

I suppose covering up the boat is in order to protect the paint work – I wonder if it actually works.

Dog Collar

Did I show you this? Boots’ collar made by Sally.  Gorgeous isn’t it!

Leaving Banbury

An evening potter through the evening light was a delightful way to spend some time heading southwards.

Caravan lift Bridge

With such a name because of the caravan that used to be there, now only the wheels remain

The bridge has had some orange mesh around it for quite some time now.

The collapse is getting worse and I am amazed that the whole lot hasn’t fallen in and blocked navigation. I wonder what will happen here.