Well, blow me down!

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I grizzled last time about the wasted time, extra walking and additional cost caused by Transport for London's fiddling with bus routes.  I emailed the company, who say they will sort the signage - and refund my tube fare!  Well, if you don't ask, you don't get.  In fact, I didn't ask directly for the refund, but shall not decline it.

Last gathering of the art group yesterday, and, as per tradition, Miss gave a little demo, working up an earlier charcoal sketch of three hares, using acrylic paints.  The meeting degenerated into a little party to which we'd each brought a contribution.  I'd made some sausage rolls, someone else had brought a rather nice cheeseboard, and there was load of sweet stuff of which I didn't partake.  A number of us had brought in pieces for our January show at Bridges in Edenbridge (I won't link to their web site, since it's sadly out of date).  Our framer rang on Tuesday to say that my last two pieces were ready, which was handy.  I'll put one in for sale, but shall not be too sad if it comes home again.

From the framer's place, I'd to head off to Sevenoaks for a hastily arranged dental appointment.  One of my 1991-vintage crowns broke on Tuesday, so will have to be replaced, but not till February.  Meanwhile, I have a large temporary crown, and hope it stays put.  Not bad timing, I have to say.  Had it happened four days later, it would have cast a bit of a damper on our jolly jaunt to - we hope - warmer climes.