Tooth and nail

Interesting day today.

Started off lovely - I woke up to brilliant sunshine and a cool breeze - it reminded me of being on holiday in Spain. Did a shedload of cooking this morning - a chicken curry (much better than my last attempt but with room for improvement: many thanks for the spices, Christian) and the most ginormous bolognese (five meals worth) - and all this before going to work at 1pm. The afternoon wasn't so good. Not bad as such but slow.

Umm... have you ever had a dream (or nightmare) in which your teeth split (generally the front of the tooth from the back)? I had it a few times when I was a teenager and it is supposed to signify either that you are telling lies or that someone close to you is ill or being hurt. I remember such dreams as horrifying. Not as horrifying however as it happening in real life. Like it did to me. Today.

Walking downstairs at school minding my own business (actually picking at my teeth with my little finger nail - I know, disgusting habit, so sue me) and I felt something loose under the nail. At first I thought I'd broken the nail but when I looked, the nail was intact. The tooth, however, wasn't.

It's the front left one and most of the bottom edge has gone (you may remember I had a similar problem with the front right one). It doesn't hurt but it does annoy me. I have an appointment for a week Wednesday. It isn't with the original dentist Dr A because he did such a lousy job but with Dr S at the same practice (who did a wonderful job correcting the work done by Dr A). Let's hope Dr S can put this one back together.