The 46th day of one hundred days of happiness.

Clare took the kids to the dentist today and returned with tales of our eldest daughter's dramatic craziness in the chair. Curled up toes, squeals and chirrups with every poke and scratch and "Blood! Oh my God I'm going to die" at the few drops of claret in the spittoon thing. All done with an air of melodramatic joy. Apparently.
The dentist said she could collect her equity card on the way out.

I have done three in a row in a vain attempt to make a dent in my backlog.