Just wanted to write it and R.A.V.E that I am a new person now that I have my tooth back in. It's a tenuous love affair that we're currently having, the fang and I, but I can't believe how much it has cheered me up. I really had no concept what an impact being a Toothless Hag had on my psyche. So, on to other news. I am currently reading one of my favourite authors, Alexander McCall Smith. It's his latest offering from the "44 Scotland Street" series but ... oh dear! I am finding it a tiny bit of a hard slog. Something has happened. The characters seem to have had their quirkiness replaced by .... well, how can I describe it? Hmmmm, let me see. The book seems a little 'elitist' or, possibly a bit pompous? I feel that I need to have read English at Oxford or possibly Advanced Psychological Analysis at Cambridge to be able to enjoy this book. I have met Mr McCall Smith at a book reading (I even asked him a question, which I think he may have rolled his eyeballs at) & when I shook his hand, it was rather .... soft. However, I do usually love the way he describes his characters and this book, "The Unbearable Lightness of Scones", continues with the same ones (Bertie, Cyril the dog with a gold tooth, Angus Lordie, Big Lou etc) but they feel a bit ... out of reach. D'you know what I mean? Anyway, when the going gets too tough, I have this month's issue of "Vogue" to completely offset the former. Time to go brush, floss & rinse! Cheerio! Oh Lord, I can hear a gecko murdering a moth up on the ceiling.... get me out of here. It's such a hideous little noise, like winding a watch.