I'm going out on the razzle tomorrow evening.
Several of us from Choir One are going to a nightclub where our Musical Director will be singing. Another lady has offered to drive, and said she is going to get herself gussied up in the most stunning outfit in her wardrobe.
As I don't possess anything remotely "stunning", I shall be wearing the same thing I wore for the social in January, though a smaller pair of black trousers.
I bought the top for the 40th birthday of the friend who took me to see Il Divo, and also wore it for her 50th. She's now 56.
I went to the dentist today to discuss replacing Lucy, the tooth that dropped out during Il Divo, and a further 2 teeth at the other side. I was given 4 choices. The first was a no-no, because it involved screws into the bone
to which caps would be fitted. They were £1100
each,
and xrays showed that my bone wasn't thick enough (phew!) anyway.
The standard NHS acrylic would be £233, the chrome one, for which my friend paid £450, would be £650 - our dentist is in a London borough, and charges accordingly, and something called a Valplast Flexi would be £850. I might have to start busking at Underground stations.