I have been stuffing myself with a bar of chocolate daily for the past few days. I hate chocolate. I feel sick afterwards yet I do it.The bars range from lion( a recent favourite), snickers, twix or kitkats. I am chopming on a rather chilled snickers bar as i'm writing this.

Please remind me not to come back bitching about thunderthighs in a weeks time. I'll need to remember i did it to myself

My Lnadlord recommended his dental practioce to me but warned me not to accept being treated by a "french bastard". He said the guy treated his mouth like it belonged to a horse and he had to tell him to "get his filthy hands off him".

naturally he is delighted with the female dentist who sees him. He told me her mini skirts are so short that he can actually see her pubic hairs. he said it's delightful!. I didn't ask if she wore panties or not, somehow i think it was him imagination running wild about her pubes.

In any case, i have secured an appointment. I spoke to a gu called Mohammed who kept calling me darling. I was trying to find out if i'll get NHS treatment(i can't afford to go private) and he kept telling me not to worry and that it would depend on the extent of work they need to do.

I just want them to fix my tooth and take the pain away. Not a lot to ask for I think.

I am slightly worried though. My regular dentist(whom i'd been seeing for many many years) messed up last time and i don't want any more disasters. i dont want to lose the tooth but i wonder....

I am worried