So there was I filling fallen out, and a cracked molar, drove over to the dentist for help.
Oh my, I got a 12 year old sadist on the job, who had to call for assistance from another dentist on what he should do, WHAT you’re asking for a second opinion, good grief.
Well we might have to take that out, well get on with it then, says I however could I suggest you don’t try prising it out with me flat on my back incase you drop the bloody thing down my throat (you try saying that with a fist, hose pipe and set of Black and Decker pliers in yer gob). After 10 mins of wriggling and fighting, I had to take the pliers off Doogie Howser MD and yanked the bit out myself.
Then came the fun of fitting a temporary filling to the remains of the molar, Little Nipper dentist kept getting distracted, looking away and pushing his mirror down my throat, so in my politest tone I offered him the opportunity to see his innards with his own mirror if he did it one more time.
So all done, for a few weeks until a real dentist has a look and suggests what to do with the remainder of my molar.
For anyone thinking of going to the dentist, I have put a link to one of the most satisfying dental clips ever.
Enjoy
awoken this morning as always by the Spikester wanting grub at 4.30am, so could I get back to sleep, No!
So on arrival home today (half day Annie that I is) there was no electric, oh soooper. 
So today we waved bye bye to ZED my learner Suzuki bike that I passed my test on and then said HELLO to Lil Piglet the Harley.
This last week, I was mostly beside the sea in sunny Bournemouth. Unfortunately working rather than holidaying.
I know I’ll get a kick for this but in true blonde style and to outdo herself Mrs Fogg pulls off another one.
So Mrs Fogg does the regular Sainsbury order to get our food and er hem, alcoholic beverage delivered. But for some strange reason struggles to work out “cl” or “ml” on a bottle of falling down water.
This evening I was supposed to meet Mr Fogg at the local pool for a brief swim after work. When he didn’t show I thought, ok, it’s been a long day, I’ll see him at home.
Spotted walking round the canals of North Yorkshire (the lesser flooded canals that is).
For those wondering what the title is all about (obscure reference I know), it is in reference to a line at the end of Pulp Fiction. And why I hear you ask, well to explain when we moved back to the flat cap and wippet land from the land of sheep, I bought Sasha the canary yellow commuter scooter (with me so far, good). After a year I took a real mans bike lesson and took the leap to a proper bike, ZED (the last 3 letters of it’s number plate an the reason I bought it).