I mentioned I had to go to the dental hygienist next week, and she said it's just a money-making scam, as nothing can be done to improve teeth as discoloured as mine. (It might help me not to lose any more, though...)
Went to the feckin' launderette.
HANDMAID'S TALE continues a bit dull, apart from Aunt Lydia's meltdown.
Looks like a week of extreme pollen ahead, dammit. My eyes feel like sea urchins, or conker shells. This is no good.