Friday 2 November 2012

With teeth

... or without. Today at last teabreak i took a bite of a chocolate bar (could have been a banana or a sandwich, wouldn't have made a difference) and my one of my front teeth broke off. The other just beside it grew at an angle so I always had problems with them. I went to my supervisor and explained what happened, and came home. Looked up local dentists but didn't had the composure to call any of them. Now I'll have to look up how this NHS thing works and what the heck can be done.
Like I wasn't ugly enough already.

And my dictionary still hasn't arrived yet. And I'm pretty sure I didn't get the grammar right in that sentence.


Now off to wrote another 1667 words.