Well here we are with yet another entry on the Pridmore family. Now, considering the hilarity of last week’s catastrophic events, this week has been pretty tame, with only my wife Kate’s toothache to report on as the kids are currently at their Grandparents’ home in Bristol. This may seem a rather trivial subject area to report on, but believe me Kate has blown it completely out of proportion, moaning day and night and only recently visiting one of the dentists in Dublin to complain about her rotten root canal. If I sound like I’m being
uncaring, then step into my shoes and taste the turmoil!

I was sure the dentist would put their buying a dental practice guide when Kate opened her mouth to share her pain. I accompanied her to ensure nothing occurred which might end up with us stood in court and, ultimately, being told about the cosmeticdentistryguide.co.uk/articles/root-canal.html treatment calmed her down and seemingly settled the volcano. On the way back we discussed how aggrandized the issue had become, to which Kate replied “And you were calm, Adam, two months ago when that bee stung you?” Totally different thing all together I’m sure everyone out there agrees.