My bloody teeth have a mind of their own. A couple of years back I had some (long overdue) work done at the dentists that cost a small fortune. To 'fill in the gaps' so to speak so my mouth didn't resemble the brow of Boot Hill anymore every time I smiled, which was admittedly rare.
Anyway the feckers now seem to want to undo all that effort and expense on their own, the willful little bastards!
One of them in particular has decided to arbitrarily move a little bit each day, or rather each night whilst I'm not looking, which is very underhand and just shows what a spineless coward he really is. He's the ring leader, I'm convinced of that. Once I've dealt with him the others will snap into line for sure. I swear one morning I'll wake up to find him kicking out at right angles like a dancers leg!
Fecking teeth! Eventually I'll get the opportunity to have a word with Him upstairs and humbly suggest that He may have erred slightly on the tegs front (particularly the front tegs) and maybe we should all have had teeth made from stainless steel or something...
Anyway, been busy of late. If you're interested this is what my idle hands have been doing lately...
How are you lot?