I’m the proud new owner of a new bottom to my front right tooth.
The chip that went before was horribly sharp, pointy and really idiotic and I am feeling suitably worthy of my expensive new friend.
I haven’t been too active lately on the blog front – work has taken an unexpectadly all-consuming twist and both of our ibook chargers at home have been trodden on and obliterated, so not much in terms of down-time. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I have come to the conclusion that I can blame my chipped tooth on the boffs over at Apple Mac and their shoddy workmanship.
Had I devoted Saturday to online time, I may not have headed to Hackney in the evening for a drink or two. Had I not headed to Hackney, I may not have stayed up all night and had I not stayed up all night, I may not have unceremoniously walloped my front teeth into my beer bottle (helped, in no small part by a hefty accidental shove), at dawn.
Those chargers have always had a bad rap. Oh, the clarity of convoluted hindsight…