Teeth & St Valentines Day

Monday night just before going to bed, happily brushing my teeth, when a tooth came flying out of my mouth, just managed to grab it before it disappeared down the sink drain. It was the cap from my upper right 3rd tooth. So Tuesday morning I had to go to the dentist to get it stuck back in. The dentist took one look at it and said I needed a new cap. I haven’t had it two years, now I need a new one!!! So the dentist stuck the old one back, it should last a couple of months, while I get a new one.

There are a number of design faults with the human body and teeth heads the list. My six months old granddaughter has just cut her first tooth, so she’s not been in the best of moods for a week. Teeth, painful to get, painful to keep and painful to get rid of - and f#cking expensive.

Wednesday was St Valentines day. St Valentines, the patron saint of wasting money and conmen. You have to prove your love by paying £3 for a piece of cardboard with hearts printed on. Then there’s the cost of posting the card. Then you have to pay £2 for a red rose, which cost less than 50p any other time of the year. Then you have to take your true love out for a meal. On St Valentines day restaurants double their prices. This year I refused to buy into the racket, told my wife we would go out for a meal on another day. Am I a cheapskate or what? No I’m a grumpy old fart and proud of it.