May I Use the Cruciatus on That Dentist?

*points at title* Not my current one, who is the doctor who fully reconciled me with his profession, and who I can go see alone.

You see, my teeth are oddly shaped, and not planted that well, but... they're quite solid and healthy.

When the dentist who'd always taken care of me retired (his surgery was rather far from our home, but he was quite good, and it was worth it), we decided to try one who was on our street...

I remember opening wide, and she announced that she could spot some decay on at least one tooth, which she promptly drilled and (badly!!!) filled. I say badly because it was hideous, and my current dentist said it was poor work - and I believe him (and he had to alter the filling a few years ago to correct her mistake).

I'm not pretending that my teeth are perfect, no... Not at all. I'm just saying that the lying bitch who drilled my tooth did so to make money (the day I die, I'll still be convinced that that tooth had nothing, but she twisted my mum's arm and mine to make a few quids).

And today... a tiny lil' bit of that poor tooth broke. The tooth no longer has its nerve, and nothing is too damaged, but it's quite weird - and massively unpleasant.

I'll have to manage to get an appointment with my dentist (I hope he won't be on holidays!), and I hope nothing weird will happen whilst I'm stuck in the country (the local dentist, too many miles away anyway, is said to be a bit like that guy in Marathon Man - just saying).

If some greedy cunt hadn't drilled my tooth, I probably wouldn't be on tooth-watch now, whilst I have better things to do - hence my wish to use the Cruciatus on her. Since that spell isn't real, I'll just wish her to fall and break... all the bones in both feet (and I bloody mean it).

New News (about Books)

Sorry about the silly title, I'm knackered, and my sense of humour is... erm... so-so when I'm that tired.

Since we avoided a massive snafu with the Tax People (I'm so going to call them that from now on!), there's been a lot on our plates.

First, work was nutty for us all, which doesn't help when you're trying to start a new company that's going to be your secondary activity.

Then... my cousin's working on sub-parts of our future website, and she's editing her PhD, which we'll publish.

She's done editing the French version of Oscar Wilde's Salomé, and I'm slowly translating it into proper English (I'm checking old dictionaries in order to try and stay faithful to Wilde's original meaning).

We're also working on our edition of Shakespeare's Sonnets, and things are nicely taking shape (my growly, anti-Anti-Stratfordian preface is ready, and I've made an interesting discovery about the loudest nutcase against Shakespeare in the 19th century). We're checking the modern punctuation, and we're correcting emendations that were wrongly made in the versions with the original and the modern spelling.

I'm also trying to finish my third Muff&Sherly story.

We're swimming in plot bunnies, and we'll all share them with you next month.