We had bratwurst with rösti for dinner last night, hardly challenging on the teeth. Nevertheless, one of Val’s molars decided to disintegrate mid-meal. This morning therefore, we were up early and off to Interlaken to get it fixed. Dentists here are only offering emergency treatment at the moment, but after an x-ray the problem was soon dealt with.
This afternoon I did the only job I dislike more than servicing the dishwasher – deep cleaning the barbecue. It always comes up like new, but it’s hard, filthy work. Anyway, it’s done for another year.
Most of the pictures and ornaments here are nice, but a few are not quite to our taste. Val is gradually replacing these with some of our old favourites.


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