Not eating much. Not so much due to tooth as I can chomp on the other side, more because I feel poorly all over. I go dentist tomorrow. I hate olives they're horrid but luv peanut butter. Today I had a bit of left-over Chinese and for dinner some spag bog. Didn't want any of it really.
I hate food. It's the bane of my life. Last night, feeling like death, but making an effort, I made my Mum her tea and when I presented it to her on her little table she said "Oh hell."
I know I'm not much of a cook but good grief.