JJ, am v glad to hear you sound a bit brighter today. I know that feeling bad sort of waves in and out but please do rant on here if you need to. I really hope the EBM works out for you, when you try it. DD2 wouldn't take a dummy either, some of them just aren't interested (even ff ones). If you have any friends who can mind the girls, even if it is just for one hour, please please get them to do so. Hope it all turns a corner soon!
Can't wait for the juicy details about the Pres of the US of A, Arti! (I was going to put his initials but then I realised that they are quite unfortunate!)
Rubes, hey, I meant to watch that Despatches prog! And yes, DP's sister is a dentist but Bermuda is a bit far to go, even for mates rates!
What was the main thrust of the programme? That NHS dentists aren't much cop? Doesn't surprise me. There is a sort of a routine for doing NHS dentistry which SIL will talk quite cheerfully about - ie, use crap materials and cut corners
...erm, it's all rather depressing. I need to find a dentist, I haven't been for AGES. In fact, I think I will look out that prog on the Channel 4 iPlayer. I also let DD1 mill about on her own in the house (eg when I am in the shower etc) - but what can one do, short of caging them? I hope you find all the bits from your purse. DP is at Guildford Crown on Fri and I am trying to persuade him to drive but he is adamant he is getting the train, otherwise I could have come to see you, if you are around.
DB, I think 7.50 is a great time for a dentist appt. They will be on top of their game at this hour! Also, you get it all over with.
Trudy, I am in total awe of your organisational skills, I have to say. Laminating your instructions? Amazing!
I must just say this about DD1. A neighbour keeps horses in the field at the bottom of the garden. It used to be Dylan, a skewbald, and Harvey, a beautiful grey who was put down a few weeks ago as he had colic.
Anyway... there's another one there now. DD1 said yest, "I can see Dylan". I said yes, what do you reckon that new horse is called? And she said "Alan. He's called Alan." ALAN! He can't possibly be called that but I haven't laughed so much at a horse's name since my nephew learned to ride on a pony called Yvonne.
Beans, I have got that contact lens nightmare coming up. Buying enough for a year is a killer. I sympathise.
Right, must must must do stuff. Am going to the house (about 4 or 5 miles away. Two buses, one giant buggy, and about an hour door to door).