I struggled today. To get motivated, to care and to do what I should do. Partly that's tiredness and partly slacking back to how I was before. So I need to rest tonight and concentrate tomorrow. One easy, the other more of a trial....

At last the trips to the dentist are done and the tooth I broke on some local sweet in Thailand is fixed again. The new approach of no anesthetic works well and I don't end up admiring how well the dentist's floor has been cleaned.

On my walk back home I passed someone who I hadn't seen for years and years. Clive was an old friend of my father's, they worked together in the same factory. When he and his wife lost their son they so long wanted just before Christmas I was taken over as an adopted replacement. I still remember their kindness every Christmas with presents, how they would take me out in their car and how my father would joke with Clive over his Welshness. "Taffy Bach" is what my father called him and I can still see Clive bring grass cuttings to put on the compost heap from their neatly kept front garden. He has a firm handshake and we laughed away the embarassement of a meeting after so many years. It was good to meet and I was glad I went back and said hello. I'm sure it's what my father would have wanted me to do.