M is having the rest of his root canal today at the wonder-dentist. I called him to commiserate before dragging myself into work this morning around 9.30am. Late.
“Hello, my poor little M, I’m ringing you to say…”
“Ow! OW! OW OW OW OW OW!” It sounded like someone had trodden on a Labrador.
“M! Where are you? You’re not at the dentist yet, surely?” (Why did it not occur to me that he wouldn’t be answering his phone from the chair?)
“No. OW! I’m still at the trailer, but I’m just getting ready for what’s going to happen. Ow. OW. OW!!”
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