Well, we didn't go out today.
Blog inertia has set in.
I really want to wrote about the European Cup Final. And I don't know what to say! I don't have to write about it, because I will remember Wednesday night for the rest of my life.
I haven't actually written about being domestic Champions because I was so confident we were would be triumphant in Moscow I thought I would make a tandem entry.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)
Does that sum up my emotions?
We didn't go out because Jimmy went to the dentist. He was totally convinced he had a fifth wisdom tooth pushing through.
So the dentist sent him down to the dental hospital. It turns out he has some bone in his jaw pushing through the gum. A possible solution is cutting away the gum and cutting off the offending bit of bone. But there's a risk to that procedure, which involves a nerve, which, if accidentally damaged, would mean he would lose all sensation in his tongue. So, instead, he has to avoid chewing on that side, and gargle with salt-water.
And, anyway, the weather wasn't up to gadding around Southern England.
