I broke a tooth last week - not horribly, just chipped a substantial piece off when munching on raw carrot. Thanks to the holiday weekend, this was the first day my dentist had an appointment - they'd have fitted me in with another dentist if I'd asked, but I didn't mind waiting as it didn't feel as if it was all going to fall apart.
Afterwards, I thought I'd go and look for some clothes and shoes, but I couldn't face the ci'ee cen're (the glottal stop reached Yagnub some years ago) so toddled off to the shops at Riverside.
I seem to be quite sorted now, as far as shoes are concerned, for the summer. It was nice to be able to try on shoes with heels that weren't limited strictly to 1 - 1 1/2 inches. So I've got both flat shoes and heels. Clothes, I wasn't so lucky with, although I bought a pair of trousers. Most stuff was far too young for me or irredeemably dreary.
When I got home, I went to water the greenhouse, and found that the flageolet bean plants in the kitchen garden had been severely nibbled. The runner beans had received some attention too. We saw a very small rabbit in there last week. I told the Sage.
I'm afraid that the bunny has breathed his last; the Sage is a crack shot - although he prefers target shooting (1,000 yards is his favourite distance) and never shoots animals for sport. Still, a naughty rabbit at 10 yards was a straightforward target.
I feel guilty.