I don't know where [MENTION=9995]monty[/MENTION] goes to [MENTION=7008]JackieClaire[/MENTION] but maybe @Nigel will know.
The odd thing is Satzy that I used to make excuses not to go out and they'd be sure and tell me what a great night out I'd missed and when they described it in detail - well I'd rather eat a bag of hair. In my 30s I just gave it up and fell out with them one by one realising that we were so different that it was idiocy to be friends in the first place. Just because you go to school together doesn't mean you should protract the torture.
Well I went to this dentist. What a dud. Kept jamming things in my mouth with no explanation. In the end I sat up and said WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW? His glamourous assistant didn't know what was going on either, so she'd sit me up and pull my bib off then lay me down again in confusion. Then up. Then down. I though the stupid fecker had a stroke and fell on the control thingo. Then he reckons my tooth is dead and needs it's canal doing and he reckons its gone darker in colour. I made him show me and it IS NOT DARKER. Dumbarse. And I can still feel the thing. I'm getting a second opinion. Have we now reached a point where dentists and used car salespeople have the same moral code?
Anyway I'm not following up until I go back to work. I'd rather be miserable there.
So it's raining at last. Perfect timing with my fertiliser going on. And dickhead next door trying to sell his house. Get lots of lovely mud through at his open house. It should contrast well with the white rugs the designer stager person put down. A pop of colour.
Tomorrow I'll go to the beautician and see if she can do something with me. Get the Whipper-Snipper (Weed Whacker) to my eyebrows again. I believe she can shine a light on you and make you look 12 again. So that will be nice.
Night all.
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