The Good News is that I get to stay in bed for an extra hour-and-a-half tomorrow morning!
The Bad News is that this is because I’ve got an appointment with the dentist.
It’s the first time I’ve been since last December, when I rang and cancelled on the basis that I’d had a Heart Monitor inserted the day before, and I felt there were only so much punishment anyone could be expected to inflict on themselves in one week. I promised that I’d re-schedule for early in 2008, so my appointment’s tomorrow (well, it IS early – it’s at 9).
I’m not expecting it to go well. My dentist (who I’ve had since I was eight, and who looks about 40 – how old must he really be?) is unlike the Tooth Fairy.
When you’re a child, the Tooth Fairy takes away your teeth, and leaves money under your pillow.
Doesn’t seem fair.
I may be blogging tomorrow through one side of my mouth, with dribble trickling down the other side.