Ouch!

Poor Mr M had to have a tooth pulled this morning. It was an old wisdom tooth, apparently, that had broken and wasn't worth trying to repair, so it had to come out.

He was very brave and took it all in his stride. I drove him to the dentist but couldn't bear to stay in the surgery while he was having it done, (v. traumatic experience as a teenager involving having a tooth yanked out, has left me with a general anxiety about going to the dentist and a completely irrational screaming fear of ever again having to have a tooth out! )

Instead I went for a mooch-i-poo around the shops and bought Mr M some of his favourite chocolate as a present (although that possibly wasn't the most appropriate gift under the circumstances).

Worked on some marketing stuff this afternoon and then joined a slightly subdued Mr M on the sofa to watch a film, which was very nice :-)