Torture

I'm off to subject myself to untold torture this morning. I broke the corner of my tooth, so now I'll be dragged kicking and screaming to visit my lovely dentist. I know I sound like the biggest sook on earth, but that's not true at all. I'm the survivor of a hellish 30 hour labour, so I'm no stranger to a little pain and discomfort. But after a few bad childhood experiences at the hands of my old dentist, it's a phobia I haven't managed to conquer. Wish me luck. And let's hope he doesn't arrive looking like this joker, or I'll be out of there faster than you can say 'root canal'.

Not funny Mr Dentist, just plain creepy.