Notes From Nat...



Dear Howling Gale (that’s been blowing almost incessantly for the past three days and keeping me awake at night, rattling every window pane and threatening to lift our roof tiles)


Enough already!

That is all.

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Dear Nat’s Mouth

You and I have had a bit of a stormy relationship over the past 37 years... well, you started the whole thing by giving me so much grief on the Teeth Front! Firstly, I’m told I was a horrendous teether, really struggling to cut those first teeth as wee Nat. Then you thought it would be hilarious to set my teeth up with a massive overbite/Bugs Bunny lookalike that took no less than four years of painful orthodontic treatment to rectify. Just when I got that all sorted out, you decided to mess things up again by giving me 9 wisdom teeth. Normal people just get 4... some very lucky people get none. Did you have to be so generous? Two lots of extractions and possibly a third operation lined up for the very near future.... the novelty of this hyperdentia thing is wearing a little thin.

And another thing... what’s with the regular plagues of mouth ulcers and infections? Like that time back in July 2005 when I couldn’t talk, let alone eat for 3 days. To be fair, perhaps it was Nat’s Immunity kicking in... I had just had a whole load of jabs in preparation for the Caribbean trip. Or maybe it was all down to stress – just the day after those jabs, I spent two hours fretting that my hubby was possibly on the Northern line tube that got blown up by some criminally insane suicide bomber? Luckily though, as he’d missed his first train to London that morning, he arrived late at Kings’ Cross to find all hell had broken loose and the mobile phone lines were jammed... but he was safe! Whatever the case may be, could you please make a pact with Nat’s Immunity so that we don’t have a repeat of Ulcergate when I have to play pin cushion at the Travel Clinic later today for all manner of jabs to ward off potential nasty diseases in Vietnam and Cambodia?

Much appreciated!

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Dear Boxercise Instructor (aka Drill Sergeant #1) and Aikido Sensei (aka Drill Sergeant #2)

Go easy on me please... it’s been a while since I did some serious exercise, and there has been a lot of stuffing of my face in-between. I may be slightly heavier footed than back in 2011...



Yours


Nat