A Mad Old Woman With Far Too Many Toothbrushes

It’s an age thing, apparently.  I will come through it and out the other side and my memory will return.   This week a very odd thing has happened to me, a first in fact.   Monday morning, I’m driving up to the wondrous new St Pancras International Railway Station for the 3rd meeting of my Property Boardroom, having been up rather early to interview Rick Otton.   And I find I can’t remember (or tell) whether or not I have cleaned my teeth.   Since I am about to spend the day in close proximity with a lot of nice, attactive people I […]

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