I fell asleep yesterday night on the sofa and spent half of the night there. When I woke up, I was too tired to climb up to the bedroom, so I made myself comfortable and went back to sleep till 6 a.m. When I woke up for the second time today, I took Abby for her morning walk, fed her and myself, grabbed a coffee, and chatted with Ági. Little did I know how little I would study today when we hung up the phone, but our neighbour's impatience with the shredding machine thwarted my plans. He thought installing the tool in our garden would be a brilliant idea, but I made sure he changed his mind and relocated the machine to our shared garden. The shredding began at 10 a.m. and lasted till 1:45 p.m. I hardly had time to shower, prepare and devour lunch before my lesson - which was perfect - with Charlette. After my English class, I took Abby for her afternoon walk in the +30°C heat, and upon returning home and cleaning this little rascal, a friend called and kept me on the phone for another hour. At 17:30, I started hoovering and mopping the flat, and then I took Abby for her evening walk at 18:00 before the imminent storm. (Which has arrived just now.) When we returned, I washed the dishes, put everything back in place, showered, fed Abby and chatted with Ági. I'm knackered. I'm so exhausted that I'll call it a day after finishing this entry and watching something on Netflix because tomorrow, early in the morning, I drive to Vienna to pick Ági up and drive her home finally.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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