Actually, the appointment wasn't that bad. Creepy dentist was in, but he has a new partner, a pleasant young woman, and I got her. (Maybe he doesn't like me, either...) She said she'd try to put a new post in, but if she can, it probably won't last more than a year or two. Eventually, I lose another tooth. Christ.
I messed around Clapham Junction, looking at the charity shops, and then faffed the day away, in a cloud of exhaustion. Then my mummy wraps just slid off, really, after less than three days, much less the two weeks they're supposed to last. What the hell?