And here we go again...

Yep, somebody has been blowing stuff up again in London.

Of course, the carnage isn't as much as before, so I'm calling Copy-Cats.

And naturally, all the Londoners are all saying:

'Terror on the Tube? That is SO TWO WEEKS AGO, darling.'

I only found out about the bombings because Gus woke me up today with the news.

But besides that, here is my other news:

For the second time in my life, it seems like the Spit Glands on the right side of my face are all swollen up and painful.

It started yesterday with one sore lump on either side of the inside of my mouth, and today it is all the way up to a visibly swollen gland (visible because my sideburns provide a kind of contour mapping).

So I jumped on the 257, schlepped down to the Whipps Cross University Hospital Walk-in Clinic and read my Harry Potter book until I could see a Nurse. The Nurse tooks some examinations before getting the doctor, who confirmed what I already knew (infected Perotid (sp?) Gland, here's a script for some Anti-biotics).

The Nurse also told me to see a Dentist and gave me a flyer for an NHS GP in my area.

When I first moved in to Leytonstone, I meant to sign up for the Clinic across the road, but it closed soon after and now looks to be on the way to being a Crack House. Still, the wildflowers growing out from between the abandonned paving stones nice in a much-needed colourful kind of way.

An observation: I think it must be Mating Season for cats in London, because everytime I am taking a walk in Leytonstone lately I keep seeing cats around. More than I have seen around before, anyway.

Anyways, I am going home to take some antibiotics.

Over and Out.

J