I have just been to see my new dentist, and when I say see, I mean through binoculars as he has to be the tallest dentist ever. The appointment started off well when we decided to be on first name terms. However, it all fell apart within 5 minutes when 'Lars' informed me that I needed 3 fillings. It got worse when we took the unilateral decision to do them all in one go. Apparently, I can't be trusted to go back between fillings...

On a more positive note, my physiotherapist has suddenly become much nicer and much more interested in treating my ankle now he knows that my private health insurance and not the NHS are paying for my treatment.

Given the state of my ankle at the minute I found this site very useful!

I've finally made it back to work after spraining my right ankle two weeks ago. Everybody knows I've hurt my ankle as an e mail was sent round the department asking for help in giving me a lift to work. It's nice in a way, as everyone I see asks me how I'm doing. Unfortunately, this is the second time in under 6 months that I've sprained my ankle and the second time it has been announced to my entire department. So it has also become very embarrassing, especially when people ask me how it happened. If only I could say I was engaged in any activity in which you could reasonably expect someone to sprain an ankle. I am the only person ever who can sprain their ankle by just walking down the street.

A brief history of me.....

I was born at the turn of the century, as long as your century was turning in October 1976, in the frozen food aisle of Safeways supermarket in Hitchin, Herfordshire (although it was a hospital back then)

I was relatively normal until my sister turned up. From that point onwards I stopped eating healthy food and decided to live on a diet of cheese and chocolate which I still exist on to this day.

I was a precocious child. I had my first car crash when aged 6 I reversed a car into a lamp post. Most people wait until they are 17 to write off their parents car.

At age 7 I had my tonsils removed. This turned my blonde hair brown which was not the result the hospital were hoping for. I may yet sue as ever since that I time I have spent a considerable amount of time and money trying to turn my brown hair blonde again.

I went to several unspectacular schools in Stevenage, where I made a number of spectacular friends. I left a lasting impression at each of my schools. The impression I'd never been there in the first place.

I grew up in Stevenage as there wasn't much else to do until they built the Leisure Park. However, by this time I had already left Stevenage and was living a life of debauchery in Birmingham. Or university as I called it. Here I made a few more fantastic friends, and completed my formal education by spending six weeks on a tiny island off the east coast of Scotland where sheep outnumbered people by 10 to 1.

It seems where my home town is concerned I am on elastic. No matter how far away I go, I always end up back there. After my prolonged stint in Birmingham I landed back in Stevenage so hard that have not been able to summon the energy to leave again. In fact I am now a proud home owner in Stevenage which I never thought would happen.

After 3 years of learning how to be a geologist, I decided that I wanted to be an accountant when I grew up. I am now training to be a Chartered Management Accountant, but still haven't grown up.

I now work as a Financial Analyst for the world's second largest mobile telecommunications company (their words not mine). I have no husband, no children and no pets and I'm quite happy about that, thank you very much. My ambitions are to learn to like my sister and world domination (although not necessarily in that order).