There are many posts I could write. Many posts I want to write. However, you're just going to have to make do with me bemoaning the fact that my wisdom tooth - the only one I have left - is shifting again. It's sore, and I keep getting the urge to start chewing on, say, a nine inch nail.

It does this, once in a while, just to remind me that it holds me hostage. I can't have it taken out, you see, because the root is wrapped around the main nerve in my lower jaw which, I am lead to believe, would leave me with a paralysed face if damaged. Thus, removing it is too risky and, unless I'm in great pain, my dentist won't touch it with a barge pole.

I may just gargle with a little vodka to take the edge off instead.

After which, I may just treat myself to a little chocolate, to make myself feel better.

Any excuse.