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I haven't blogged for a while I know. A raging toothache took hold last weekend, followed by the inevitable visit to the dentist and the parting of company with (a) a cracked old crown and (b) many pennies. The whole week was ruined by sleepless nights, a "soft" (= boring) diet and much complaining on my part. The teeth I have left are protesting, partly due to many years of never seeing the inside of a dentist's waiting room plus a load of incompetent genes waiting to pounce. It started when I was little, with a visit to a nasty Welsh dentist (no offence to the Welsh but he was a B%%*$d!!). This had the consequence of my developing a lifelong fear of dentists, and by the time I had found one that restored my trust, it was all too late. It's all part of getting older I guess. That and an expanding waistline, worsening vision (I am Vision Express's best ever customer!) crap hearing (see previous blog). Now the sweats of the Peri-menopause pop up to irritate me from time to time, which doesn't improve my mood! I am by nature a "cup half full" lady. I always try & see the positive and funny side of everything as the alternative is too depressing in my opinion! Weeks like this see me turning into a temporary grumpy old woman (I could give Jenny Eclair a run for her money!) but at least today, at long last the antibiotics appear to have worked - yippee, just in time for root canal treatment joy tomorrow lunchtime - wish me luck!!