Drills

I think there's something peverse in my determination to ensure that the very first thing I eat after leaving the dentist's (and being frightened by all those tooth decay posters) is really unhealthy for my pearly whites. This morning the first thing down my gob as soon as the fluoride had worn off (by which I mean I'd managed to eat it all) was a chocolate muffin. Last time I'm pretty sure it was a Coke. You'd think I'd be able to maintain some semblance of virtue for at least the rest of the day. Rather defeats the purpose of subjecting myself to the drill in the first place.