I feel like Pam Ayres: "I wish I'd looked after me teef." 
The dentist was all doom and gloom over a root filling and crown I'd had done 15 years ago. Apparently it "doesn't look right", the root needs to be cleaned out and refilled and I need an implant put in. I could see the $$$$$ signs flashing past his eyes as he spoke (this crown is costing in excess of 1000 euros; fortunately I won't have to pay it all). My nice NHS dentist merely said "nice crown" when he checked my teeth three years ago.
School trips, yes, DD1 now says, pretty smartish, "We know. You only went to Bristol Zoo and the American Folk Museum in your day. Have you forgotten about your trip to SS Great Britain as well?" Cheeky cow.
I am currently contemplating my choice of painkiller - whether to go for something ordinaire like nurofen, maybe paracetamol and codeine, and have a nice trip? Or should I go for something a bit harder like Tramadol? (I suspect I shall just see what DH has left behind as he always travels with the entire contents of the medicine chest, so it will be a paracetamol with bits of fluff stuck to it, where it hit the bathroom floor and got shoved hastily back in its packet.)