Well, D-hour is rapidly approaching – and that’s D for drill.
Squeaky bottom syndrome approaches – although to be honest, I’m not really that scared. Even the thought of the various needles doesn’t bother me too much, although I can think of better things to do on my day off other than feeling a needle up the side of my nose. Still, I think I’ll stop thinking about the needle part now – just in case!
So, two hours of lying on my back in a rather uncomfortable chair with someone ferreting around in my mouth and holding a conversion that I can only reply with “Mmmph mmmmm swwwmmmmmmph” beckons. I wouldn’t mind so much – but the guy will understand what I’m saying!!
Time to go. Eeep.
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