Best to Take It Easy

I had an apicectomy this morning. 

"What's an apicectomy, Barry?"  I'm glad you asked. 

I'll hand you over to the British Dental Health Foundation, who describe it as follows:

An apicectomy is a surgical procedure to remove the top of the root of a dead tooth within the jaw bone and then seal the end with a filling. 

"So what exactly do they do, Barry?"  Again, back to the British Dental Health Foundation.

The procedure involves making a small incision in the gum above the tooth and the end of the root is cleaned and trimmed. Sometimes an additional seal (a retrograde root filling) is added to the end of the root. An apicectomy is usually carried out under a local anaesthetic, but sometimes sedation or a general anaesthetic may be required. 

I only had a local because I'm as hard as eggs, sorry, nails.

The dentist told me afterwards that I was "a bit of a bleeder."  Once she'd wiped the streams of blood from my chin, I told her she was "a bit of a b*stard" and there was no need to be so rude.

Stitches tightly in place, she then put me on antibiotics for the next five days.  Gutted.

But she added: "You'll be pleased to know that they are the ones you can have alcohol with."  Love her.

She then added more: "But not until tomorrow." Hate her again.

To be fair, it might be a blessing in disguise. Jamie and I are off to Guiseley Theatre tonight to see Eagles tribute band "Motel California."

And given the amount of wine I had when we went to see Liam Gallagher a few months ago, perhaps it's best I stay on Diet Coke.

    

Ice not nice

This was the view out of our bedroom window a few minutes ago.  Dig those icicles.

It's almost as cold here as it was on the Causeway Coast last month where we went for our traditional half-term visit.

Blue skies, but also blue fingers.

Joined by cousin Katie, such bravery was later rewarded with some warming Morelli's ice cream. 

 

Which Jamie then got to burn off when Boris took him for a walk.

Oh, and he also had a dinky haircut performed by a huge Turkish man who also set fire to my ears. 

The clear highlight of our trip, certainly for me, was meeting up with my old pals Nick and Mark from Roll With It.

I've said it before and will continue to say that I'd be stunned if there is a better Oasis tribute band anywhere on the planet.

Johnstons was fun too, but you already knew that. 

Back in t'Yorkshire, Jamie and I were kindly invited into the Guiseley AFC executive portacabin for some pre-game hospitality.  (Thanks to Paul 'Merv' Gaile and Chris Allen for their kindness).

Afterwards, Jamie even got to present the Man of the Match award to Guiseley's Ash Palmer. 

So that's what we've been up to since the last time I spouted on here.

Let's hope spring is resprung sometime soon.