Just before Christmas I had my wisdom tooth extracted. My face was swollen, I couldn't eat and it hurt like hell. But I was fine on the 25th. Call it Christmas miracle, if you want.
Today I finished taking my antibiotics prescribed after the surgery.
This meant only one thing - BEER AND CORNISH PASTIES (the ones I brought home from the UK).
I suddenly felt weird when I realized that in one week's time I'll be back in the UK.
S.x
