Special Short & Senseless Tooth-ache Dispensation Edition ...

Basking and bathing in the beautifully barmy Barcelona sunshine and having been unbothered by bloomin' anything at the time of the recent press conference held by the Blood Brothers/Bush & Blair, hasn't altered our abilities to catch up on most of what transpired trans-world-wise, while we travelled, now that we're both back in Britain and the blogging business.

But ...... a terrible tooth ache -- which could well turn out to be an abscess -- has been driving Richard nuts for a full day and night, and he's now swallowed so many pain-killers that he can hardly keep his eyes open, let alone make any sense.

So unfortunately it's going to be tomorrow, after a trip to the dentist, before the next blogpost proper gets banged out.

But what does the first paragraph and the three accompanying pictures have to do with that?

You may well ask.

But don't ask Richard -- he's too far out of it all right now, to be able to think, see or talk straight.

No doubt he'll make much more sense when he gets back from his 9 AM dental appointment in the morning.

But in the meantime, we're afraid it's going to have to be a polite goodnight from me -- and a garbled, pill-filled/fuelled goodnight from him.

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