Last visit to the dentist today, at least until my next checkup in however many months time. I broke a crown about 6-8 weeks ago, and have been subjected to various excavations and treatments since – today is apparently about “deep cleaning” the right side of my jawlines. Makes me sound like a swimming pool. Anyway, it goes along with an anaesthetic, so I wil be dribbling and drooling for the rest of the afternoon.

Busy weekend coming up. Tomorrow we are going to view what I hope is the last possible wedding venue. We will be visiting a hostel near Buxton to check it out as a suitable location, after which we head over to Newcastle under Lyme. Jexi’s college are doing a cabaret, and she is in most of the dances and songs, so I am really looking forward to seeing her perform. It will be the first time I have seen her perform since she has gone to college, and expect that the hard work of the past year will really show results. {Proud Dad}.

Next weekend is a bank holiday, so we will be going camping. That means that this Sunday will be spent trawling through our storage and getting all of the camping gear out, tested, cleaned up and ready to go. It is a good exercise for me as we will be going to 3 or 4 camps this year, so I do need to have all the kit sorted and ready, but it is quite a long process after the wintering.

Have a good day and enjoy the weekend. Happy Queens Day on Monday for all my Dutch friends and colleagues.

Normally, I am disappointed that people mis-spell my surname. However, I am now disappointed that next weeks dentist appointment (hopefully the last in this series of archeologial excavations) is for Brad Levin, and not Brad Luvin as it has been until now.

G’day

Just been to the dentist for part 2 of the “let’s fix your crown and at the same time see if we can find the hidden tomb of the Pharoah king somewhere in your jaw” series. I am still numb from the several injections, so not sore yet, but expecting the worst. I am capable of dribbling very well though – and sound like quasimodo if I try and speak.

The kids are off school and number 2 and 3 are here at the moment. I am taking number 2 to the dentist later – maybe I should get a season ticket to the surgery. Number 3 is off to get his hair cut later. We haven’t seen his face in several months, so I hope he hasnt grown a beard or pierced his nose or similar.

The weekend is coming up, and am not really working today due to the various dental commitments. I am still emailing and making various work-related calls, so it isnt a proper day off. This weekend, our friends Rick and Leah are coming over, and on Saturday night it is out up town for Nicola’s birthday do – a few drinks in town and a meal somewhere. Should be good, although Nicola is an Everton fan so I am hoping that I will be gloating about our fabulous win in the FA cup final tomorrow, not her.

See ya

Somehow, people struggle significantly with my surname. You obviously dont, as you have found my website, but I get called many many names, and it gets written in the most peculiar ways.

Today, I went to the dentist, and they have found a new (and might I say fantastic) way to spell my surname. Oh yeahhhhh!!!

Last week was very busy. Work is rather frantic at the moment, and coupled with a laptop failure, it made my week quite a long one. Friday night we went to stay with Rick and Leah and Pudding, who is now 4 and is growing up beautifully. She is a delight.

Saturday afternoon we went to see a potential wedding venue, which stills remains a potential, but we have a lot of thinking and deciding to do. Last night I went out with coozzin Steve, who I havent seen for ages. We stumbled around Sowerby Bridge like two old men, and ended up having a lot of pints, and a nice curry.

Lena is back at college now, so I have had a quiet day at home, but have spent most of the day working and trying to keep on top of the emails etc – not doing as well as I would have hoped. It is nearing suppertime, so I am going  to go and chop things

B

I do lots of weekly reports at work, but none here, so here is this weeks non-report:

Been in Amsterdam for three days. Work is challenging but still enjoyable.Weather is warming up a bit, so get home and climb off the bike without worrying about frost-bite to the extremeties. Kids are here for the weekend (well, numbers 2 and 3). Going to visit more potential wedding venues. We are 16 months (ish) away from the wedding, and Lena is already so excited she has had to sit down, so who knows what she will be like as we get nearer to the real date. Liverpool play Cardiff at Wembley tomorrow in the League Cup final, so looking forward to that. Travelling again next week as usual, off to see our friends in York that we haven’t seen for ages on Friday night, then seeing UK cousin Steve on Saturday for a drink.

Over and out

I don’t believe in the death penalty. Well, except for people who don’t understand traffic rules and lane discipline, and the terminally stupid(such as those who believe that an invisible super-chap planted evidence of dinosaurs to test our faith). And all Jehovah’s witnesses. And Simon Cowell. And anyone who thinks that Orange should be a skin colour. And people in the supermarket who think that parking their trolley sideways across the aisle while standing three feet away from the shelf and blocking all passage is perfectly acceptable. And Patrice Evra. And definitely Lady Bloody Ga Ga Goo Goo.

But worst of all, and definitely first against the wall when the revolution comes, will be those who can’t understand simple grammar. Reading most Facebook posts make my eyes bleed. Learn to use the language, fucker!