April 21: Magic Dust

What chaos this volcanic ash is causing. My dear friend is stuck in Malaga and thinking of buying a tent and walking home. A business contact is out in Turkey waiting for the Navy to rescue her. And tomorrow's long-awaited dentist appointment - booked two months ago - has just been cancelled as my dentist is stuck in Outer Mongolia or somewhere, and - judging by the date I've been given for my re-scheduled appointment - isn't planning on being back for a least half a year. I'm not sure my teeth can last that long. They are beginning to ache with rot from all the Sugar Puffs, and ice cream and KitKats I've been ramming down my throat of late. Perhaps all this ash is actually full of calcium and flouride-floss and will act as some form of neutraliser. If not, Iceland's got a lot to answer for.