Now I’ve got a pretty good tolerance when it comes to pain… It’s something that’s evolved over the past eight years of breaking bones, spraining ankles, having appendixes removed and riding in ambulances (some may say I’m a little unlucky – I say I’m getting my NI payments back by force). Still, having seen the look of horror on peoples faces when telling them I was about to have three wisdom teeth removed under local anaesthetic, I decided to play it safe and take a couple of days off work.

Fast forward to today, and the teeth have been removed. Not a pleasant experience, I might add. Apart from the cracking of teeth, slicing of gums and various needles being jabbed where needles should not go, I also had the lovely experience of having one tooth not being numbed as they wrenched it out.

I yelped. By yelp, I mean tried not to scream like a girl whilst thrashing round with my free arm. Still it came out fairly easy afterwards which was a nice relief.

I now look like a hamster, and a rather lopsided one at that. The pain is immense, and I’ve had to go on anti-biotics to stop the impending infection turning my cheeky chops into a rugby ball. On the bonus, I’ve been given some great big fuck-off painkillers, which make the whole world seem nice.

Popped into work briefly to catch up on stuff – Rory, our favourite scottish Account manager told me he thought I’d been skiving and spending my spare time eating pies, as I looked like I’d “got a bit fat in the face”.

Cheers Rory.