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Good Grief…I Found My Teeth

Recently, my sister Milly picked up a few items from my flat on the other side of London. She brought back some clothes and books and personal items.  I have been sorting out what she brought back and trying to decide what was useful and what I could give away.

I opened a box today and found my Purdy paintbrushes, books and training manuals (including my beloved house-keeping manual) and then there was a little gift bag with two unidentifiable objects in them.

One turned out to be a blue latex glove with some strange funny little objects inside.  I could not think what they were…and then I suddenly remembered someone had given me them at work and told them to put them down to protect the plants I had outside my French doors (I never used them) – slug pellets.  I didn’t have any problem with slugs eating my plants.

The other object was a tube full of some kind of liquid.  When I shook it to try to figure out what on earth I had kept it for, I had such a fright…it was my wisdom teeth.  Wisdom teeth are huge aren’t they.  I have no idea why I kept them.

Brings back memories…again, memories linked to my ex-flatmate.  Memories of what he did just before I went to hospital to have my wisdom teeth removed.  Anyway…I will not think about that right now…I need to leave him inside my drafts folder until I have the emotional energy to write about him again.