Ouch

I don't get it. You're left lying on your back feeling disorientated; you're bruised, bleeding and minus £60- assault. Put on a white jacket and suddenly it's a dental appointment.

I'm too rough on my gums. My dentist has given me a three-day gum love programme.

Sixty sodding quid to be poked, prodded, polished and told off for maltratment of my gingival areas.

There's no point to this post, I just like saying 'sixty sodding quid'. I feel better, but my obscene sounding gingival regions along with my pocketbook is still smarting.