Not much to report today. England beat France in the rugby, giving us our first Six Nations Grand Slam since 2003. Which is nice. Even better news is that I can now do other things at weekends than watch the rugby. Six Nations tournaments always have a habit of decimating my attempts at studying. Zero CIMA was done today. Tomorrow will be busy.
I'm getting better with the elastics. When I had to wear them years ago, the orthodontic team were impressed at how easy it was for me to put them on and take them off without using a mirror. "Mark Malik has great manual dexterity" said no one else ever.
The swelling continues to recede. I'm well-chuffed with the new jawline that is being revealed. I can still see ever-so-slightly the 2mm of misalignment between my top and bottom jaws. The bottom jaw has been moved a little bit too far to the right. But before surgery, it was 6mm over to the left and was glaringly obvious. So it's a huge improvement.
Natural
Going out of my way to put the jaws in line
God knows what is going on with my left eye.
In other news, I found Basil. Unfortunately I am not in line for a £20k reward from the Flying Squad. But the fact that I have been able to smell basil is not due to new-found olfactory powers. I realised that we have a bar of soup that is meant to be peach-fragrance.
I smell basil. The mother is inclined to agree.
To celebrate the weekend, I partied hard for breakfast and had sliced banana and pear. Exciting.
Lunch was tomato soup.
The mother cooked a beautiful cottage pie for tea
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