The horse’s mouth

I was in the groove at work today but left the office early to go the dentist. Shame, as I was building up some momentum.

As usual the hygienist went at me with fervour and no subtlety. It is as if someone is shaking a set of fire irons around the inside of your mouth whilst simultaneously sand blasting your gums and sending miniature mountaineers with pitons across the surface of your teeth. I inevitably find myself thinking existentially about what pain and sensation actually are. What am I that feels this thing? It is not data going from my mouth to my brain. It hurts. There is something I know as pain which defies a reductionist explanation. It cannot be described, it is felt

All too philosophical. Regarding yesterday, thank you for sharing your frustration. I ended up in a dorky photo that was used in The Guardian and on the BBC website. Hilarious.

Glad to be working from home tomorrow ...