Today, I forgot my own.
Yes, at 9.28 am the dentists rang to tell me my appointment was at 9.20. What I want to know is - with my track record why don't they just ring me an hour before?
Okay - I know the answer - it's because they charge you for missed appointments. Great. Now I've got two bills to fork out for. Humph.
Excuse me whilst I swear.
***** ****! !
On an entirely different matter, my short story The Princess and the Thief is featured as a staff pick on the short story website ReadWave. I'm going to pat myself on the back because frankly I need to cheer myself up as I know I'm going to get yet another whopping dentist's bill next week. Somehow, my dentist always seems to find stuff to do on my gnashers. I think he actually enjoys dentistry. In fact, I know he does. He's always showing me his new gadgets. Once, he even took me into his back room and showed me his new diamond drill. And I mean that sincerely, folks. No innuendo intended there - I can't afford to be sued by him as I have enough trouble paying his bills already.
On yet another entirely different matter I haven't mentioned my uncle's funeral yet. I left home at 10.30am to get to a 1.30pm service at the crematorium: I finally arrived - at the wake at 4.30 pm. Now that is a long, long, story which I don't have time to recount now but believe me they could make a film out of it. If you've ever seen the film Clockwise starring John Cleese - all you need to do is to substitute me and a funeral and there you have it. Anyway, that rather embarrassing episode is now going to be the opening chapter of my next book - move over Hilary Mantel. Who wants to hear about dead people wearing tights? My life is way more interesting...
|My short story The Princess and the Thief on the Readwave front page. Hurrah! You can read it HERE|
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