As if a resident migraine and food-poisoning weren’t enough, L had an appointment at the Dental Clinic today. One of those pricking and scraping episodes, interspersed with hair-raising blasts of freezing water on screaming gums. L is not heroic. She lay whimpering and wanting it to be over. Then went home for a long lie-down.

What I love about these little stories is that L can stand for Louisa (me-myself-I), or for Life.

If L = Louisa, there’s drama and soreness and suffering.

If L = Life, there’s drama and soreness but no suffering.

Who chooses?

That’s another story!

(I’ll put my money on L.)

Chuckle