The point is that this is now an illness. At the dentists a charming young woman carefully filled and repaired the broken tooth. There was no anaesthetic needed, that particular tooth is stone dead on a filled root canal. But upon leaving the dentist's at half past nine the cold is to be felt in the throat and on the left hand sihde of the thorax. If this gets no better, then it will become necessary to go to a doctor, lest there be a heart complaint to worry about.
The wife does not talk to her husband any more, there are no replies to any greetings. She sits in the catastrophically untidy living room and either stares at her computer or into the television set. When she is not at work, that is what she does. And that is all.
It is the end of a relationship, most likely. The café is desolate today, it is full of idiots, and there is no comfort there at all.
Shopping after the dentist, eggs and white bread for the next breakfast, and forget to buy lemon drink for the throat. And then go to another café, but their coffee machine has given up the ghost so that is that. Try yet another, and that is in order. There is both coffee and a roll to be had there.
The misery in the chest has gone away, but there is no need to hang about in the slushy weather, all the snow melting away in preparation for a bleak Christmas.
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