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I forgot to blog yesterday. This is a great pity, beacuse you missed out on amazingly interesting updates on fascinating events. The state of my headcold, for instance. How many misplaced items I found in an afternoon of proofreading. A progress report on my research proposal (the progress report would have read "Aaaaargh!" which is a very fair summary of the current state of play). A truckload of excitement over some phrases I found in a nineteenth century tourguide to France. A loss of the sense of the world being forever icy because, yes, the oil heater in the bedroom not only does the job but doesn't seem to be of a size to trip over. Also for instance, several very long phonecalls. My friends and family used to all speak to me at great lengths on Tuesday, but this week yesterday was the day of choice.

All these items of intense wonder (and more!) you missed because I forgot to blog yesterday. You also missed more encounters with Google books and with Gallica (the Bibliotheque Nationale's online repository of ebooks). How will you ever survive?

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My morning was spent on the way to the dentist or on the way home from the dentist and I now am one tooth the lesser. Appprently nervous types get general anaesthetics for this sort of thing. Me, I was given several little injections and had to answer questions, sometimes with cotton wool clenched between my teeth and sometimes with only a numb jaw to contend with. Apparently I bled exactly the right amount and also apparently the root was cleft in twain, which explains the problems it was causing. It also meant my dentist really earned her money getting the whole thing out. She held up the last section with a flourish and I would have applauded if it weren't for the issue of a cotton-wool mouth.

I'm apparently (nothing is certain today) a highly amusing patient. Everyone else shakes with fear at forceps: I shake with fear at cotton wool. I was given the firm reassurance that I would probably not need the extra 2 batches of white fluffy evil stuff I was sent home with. And that I can eat Indian food tonight because it's soft (just as long as the temperature is not hot).

I'm back on solids on Sunday. Yay! I don't need to see the dentist until August, all going well. Also, I'm supposed to take the afternoon off and eat pain relievers. The difficult aspect of this is going to be breaking the news to my brain. The brain doesn't mind pain relievers. Not one jot. Medicine is good (unlike cotton wool in the mouth). Time out, though. Time out is tough. I was scribbling notes to myself in the waiting rooom and reading a book in the bus and the book has given rise to the idea it was supposed to, for an article. And Aaargh! (which is my new name for my research proposal) needs some work. Also, I have an email with listed typos to email someone.

All this is what I borrowed DVDs for. Bits of work might happen by mistake, but I shall do my very best to spend a quiet afternoon in a strange universe.