Toothache

It was a serene day; two hours in a traffic jam on the North Circular didn't bother me: it was lovely and sunny and I had a flask of Coffee, and Luis was stuck too so although we missed the Cleaners Choir, at least we both did.
I was in time for the lecture to the Advertising students and their lecturer was happy with what I did. I found it really interesting to hear her talking about hyper-males in films before I did my bit.
I went for tea with Acton Bell. She made ginger and fig parkin, which was delicious.
But now, I have toothache.
I have just eaten too much cake over the past few days, and my gnashers are very cross indeed.
That's why I'm writing in short sentences.
Ow.