Yesterday, dentist. Five injections! Five! Sigh. Never mind, at least now I can sleep, or could if not for spending every moment of my life chatting to the sanssommeil :)
I'm at work now (yes, I know) and then tomorrow asrana is whisking me off to her flat for the day. Life is good.
It really is. But I miss my wife.
PS No, Emily. You are not allowed to steal the pictures of the cute pianist you have always had a crush on. The point of keeping an archive is that you keep an archive.
No, no, nor the ones of Ian Bostridge. Grow up.