Like most people, I hate dentists. Like many, I don't show it*.
But the extent of work that is going to need to be done frightens me: not simply because two (as far as I can tell) dead teeth are going to need to be filled, but also because the cost is huge: I will be very surprised if I don't walk out some £300 lighter.
As some readers will know, I was caught drink-driving back in February, and the biggest pisser was the £600 lawyers' fees. I got sentenced to 80 hours Community Service; this bit I almost enjoyed and, indeed, the boss of the charity shop in which I was working asked if I might come back and volunteer.
I have rather more exciting things to interest me. The plans that I have been working on at my job are nearing fruition (we are still looking for a web developer, if anyone fancies coming to work at a low-paid but extraordinarily exciting job (with equity)), and the Free School project in which I am involved is just so incredibly... stimulating.
Shocking too**, but stimulating.
Life is good. As such, blogging about how shite life is still doesn't appeal. Sorry.
Anyone who has met me can probably testify (at length) on how much I absolutely, totally love my job—and the people that I work with. We are going to do great things. I feel really sorry for those who either hate or are indifferent to what they do for eight hours a day.
All I have to do is find about £1,000 to pay lawyers and dentists and I shall be very happy.
Anyway, the very best to you all. And if Chris Huhne is fucked, my week will be made much better...
* Except, of course, on
** I shall blog shortly about the stupidity, bigotry and ignorance that we have encountered in trying to set this up. You will be shocked—especially if you are a member of a teaching trade union.