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Well, Killer Tooth has been purposefully yanked (I’d forgotten the creaking, splintery-wood noise it makes is by far the worst bit) earlier today, and the weird anaesthetic (which I had also forgotten about, including the side effect known as fat-lip that is now beginning to disappear but earlier spoilt my consolation gingerbread man somewhat, by […]

Well this weekend begins with the fabulous news that the tax man will not be taking all my dough in January, only most of it (and if I manage to be slightly more organised over the coming months, this itself could even be further reduced to some). My delightful accountant, having assimiliated the facts and […]