And so this mad month draws to a close. Since my last post some things have changed. First, this post is coming to you from sunny Yorkshire (yes, it is sunny sometimes). Mr J-L and I have been helping my parents move, complete with plumbing emergencies and more boxes than should be allowed. The UK trip has also encompassed the Welcome to Nightvale live show, Henry V, Hecuba, my cousin’s wedding, and Passport to Pimlico in a van outside the studios where it was made. Why do one thing when you can do five? And what better time to do all that than when moving house? Truly, I wouldn’t expect anything less of my family.
I also managed to catch a wretched cold, as usual when I’m here in Britain.
Even though September is ending, the intensity isn’t letting up yet. I’ve got my final big dental surgery on Friday. Dental surgery isn’t something one usually looks forward to, but in this case it’s a pretty big milestone. I’m looking forward to not being constantly reminded of the bus accident by my own mouth. Hopefully this will spell the end of my teeth falling out at inopportune moments. All that will be left is to deal with the insurance company, an ordeal all of its own.
My next post should come to you from Canada once more, where I will be reunited with John Montague, the 4th Earl of Sandwich. I’m afraid I’ve developed a bad habit of pestering our friend, who is looking after him while we’re away, for pictures and updates on his antics. Let’s just say that he’s taken to butter and might not want to come home. I will try to update a bit more frequently and a lot more interestingly, (even if that just means more Monty pictures).