reasons to smile

With a bit of luck I may have dodged a bullet, dentally speaking. The X-ray suggests there's only a wee infection, treatable by re-doing the root canal job. Piece-a-cake! Originally I was looking at an extraction and hyperbaric chamber.

I found an old bottle of 7-year-old home brew, and drank it tonight, still tasty after all these years.

outdoors

Last week I chopped up one of the two falling-over trees. Not ideally how I want to spend my time, but neither do I want to be surrounded by jungle. And the tradesman option would be almost as much work, except that you also get to pay. I used a chainsaw-on-a-pole, a great contraption.

The sawing was the fun part. The bundling up was a pain.

The weekend walk was a 5-hour affair, on level ground and in bright sunshine for a change.

figures of speech

There was no walk this weekend because of rain. Instead, there were museum visits. I'm not allowed to post photos of the cellmate, so instead here's Mr and Mrs Hank Marvin. In the background is the royal palace of New South Caledonia.

A museum photo of an early car crash, possibly the origin of the term "wrapped around a lamp post".

Possibly the origin of the term cellmate.

I bottled beer number 24, which I hope will be my final brew. Life's too short to waste with buckets and bottles, when you could be savouring real Bavarian stuff. If home brew is a little like playing with oneself, Erdinger would be a night with a Berlin call girl (I imagine). PS this was written before Hotters' home brew vs Erdinger post, not in reaction to it.