Six days... Yeah I know. So the day after Duncan and Anu were on their way back to Helsinki I was upside down in a chair having stitches. I don't mind the dentist anymore but the dental surgeon was a new kind of terror. Of course the whole thing was less worse than I imagined although his worst case scenario (If you sneeze or blow your nose in the next three days your sinus will explode under the pressure...) made me feel a little sick. All in all though it wasn't as bad as my last trip to the dentist and I can honestly say that a needle in the palette is much easier than one that drills down into the nerve. The same night I managed to dislodge a blood clot in my sleep (chewy!) and then spend an hour waiting for a new one to form while drooling on bloody cotton wool and watching season five of The Six Million Dollar Man. The next cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers have kept me interweb free for the last week but I did catch up on some movies I've been meaning to reassess for a while now. And lots more Six Million Dollar Man. Gotta love that Homechoice. First thing in the morning and things should be back to normal... Mike is writing to Blackadder