Dentists are my new best friends

Sunday's blip shows my eldest boy's cracked tooth.

Today's blip shows my new best friend fixing the tooth with the aid of paste and a carefully aimed flashy blue light. All very clever stuff.

I did have to explain to my new best friend that the purple swollen lip accompanying the cracked tooth was not a result of the same incident. Rather it was the result of a whack in the face with a tennis racquet, delivered today, free of charge, by an overly enthusiastic, amateur tennis-playing classmate called Emily.

Thanks Emily. At this rate I won't even recognise my boy by the end of the week.