An equine dentist appears on “Willesee” this evening. My father-in-law (“Dad”) is really depressed. He owns a factory and maintains that the company tax is too high and that he cannot get men who are willing to work.
My chest feels really tight and I suspect that it might be something to do with my lungs, perhaps trapped wind. Tiki and I are living with “Mum” and “Dad” at present. It was at their suggestion and while we are grateful, there is no place like one’s own home.
Sydney experienced a maximum of twenty-eight degrees Celsius.