Moving House Part 7

Am feeling a bit nervous today as am off to the dentist to pay for my oral hygiene sins. You can hide but you cant run forever from the big big drill of self responsibility. I am reaquainting myself to my dear friend flossy. And I have taken out a bit of future insurance in the form of a breeding programme -my husband has perfect teeth (has only had one filling in his life and that was after he met me, and is therefore my fault also). Heres hoping these boys have their fathers teeth genes. (And just quietly : mine for hairline?)

On the plus side the dental appointment has provided me with the perfect shirking excuse for the latest move - this time from in-laws to 300m down the road to a lovely house sitting job (complete with drawers for all clothes), where we will revell in the lap of luxury until such time as to when we rent ourselves a hovel.

All scheduled in for the same day - so I am officially delegating moving to hubby and the boys. I intend on retiring to my new bed this evening leaving him to pick up the boys, and install them, then move the stuff over the weekend. I am delegating the move to him as his penance for being born with perfect teeth. Plus, he has to pay all my lounging in the dental chair. I think on balance I'm getting quite a good deal.