Ouch. It's not just that apparently one of my old fillings is cracked (ouch physically), but that it will apparently cost the best part of £400 to fix it. Hmmm. Things were a little tight financially as they were. Will have to whore myself out to PC Pro(stitute).

In other news, we went to the recording of an instalment of The Museum of Everything tonight which was lots of fun.

Jenny's early mornings are beginning to take their toll, though; the poor angel is permanently exhausted, and we find we have so little time for each other. Keeping the house in order is proving to be a little beyond us at the moment, too. We actually considered getting a cleaner, but this does seem a mite drastic and not a little poncey. We appear to have role-swapped too, with Jenny leaving no end of clutter on her wake and me doggedly attempting to keep at least one room moderately presentable and cholera-free. Ho hum.

Plus it now appears that my hard disk is broken (actually, physically failing) and I really don't have the cash to repair it (see dental hell, above). Hence no computer for me for the foreseeable future. For these and other reasons, life is a little less than sparkly at the moment.

Night toots. Cx