Day 640: Head

Not that extreme

Lovely swim, lovely women, lovely pink and blue and yellow flesh. Lovely heart beating. Lovely skin prickling. Lovely fingers and toes smarting, lovely warm shower water and lovely lady-laughing.

I've had quite an extreme haircut. I thought I was going Downton Abbey, but it's turned out a bit more prisoner of war camp. I'll get used to it. It's only hair (or absent hair) and in theory, it's a good shape for me. I'm just getting used to seeing bits of my neck I haven't seen in a while, and feeling cold air where hair used to be there. It could, as everybody knows, be much worse.

No toothpaste

Today, checking into my hotel, I asked for toothpaste, because 'there's nothing worse', I said, 'than not being able to brush your teeth.' Really? Nothing worse? I won't go into anything really nasty, but even on a very minimal scale, there are much worse things. Getting mugged is worse. Dropping my phone down the toilet is more expensive, definitely. Cat gets run over: worse. 

Tooooothpaaaaste!

Murder's definitely worse, obviously, but even getting locked out. That's a right pisser. There are locks to change, if you do it comprehensively enough, and possible waiting in the cold, or having windows replaced. I'd rather be without toothpaste than get run over. I can ask someone for a squeeze of toothpaste, or go to Sainsbury's for Sensodyne, or the health food shop for cleany balm woven from frog hair and PH neutral intentions. The lady said she'd bring me some, anyway. She hasn't, unless it's lurking outside my door, but I feel pretty good about the whole thing at the moment. 

A nice meeting with power Julia this morning, and a lovely lunch with Nick, followed by a promise of ping pong.

And I've spent the evening with lovely people. Most of them, I've met once or never. Nevertheless, we laughed. It's part of doing this kind of work, the good people. People who talk excitedly about the experiences they've had doing this work. People who are at ease with other people. I've enjoyed it so far. It's too late to enjoy it any more. To bed. 

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