Not often are the words of a Muller fruit corner yoghurt commercial so true, but today that is the case.

As I contemplate the next Jammy Dodger of Fate, I can’t help but wonder how and why yesterday I was £350 richer and I had the prospect of keeping all my teeth, and today I am £350 and two-teeth less. For the first time in my life I am to have a proper dental treatment; wisdom teeth out, and my first ever filling.

I don’t know for sure, but I would assume getting to the age I am, and not ever having had a filling before is probably an achievement. I even remember kids at primary school having them, which sounds pretty strange, and at least it was probably their milk teeth (which they don’t have to wear for the rest of their lives). I could only be disappointed then, to discover I need one of those as well (a filling that is).

I sort of knew this was coming for a while. In Tibet I got a jaw ache (not like every part of your head didn’t ache at that altitude) and was told by everyone that it was a good thing I was going to India next, as the dental treatment there is very good. We even got offered the opportunity to have some done by our travel agent, Kamal, who runs a dental tourism business out there too.

On the upside (although admittedly not £350’s worth of dental treatment on the upside), I received delivery of my Moo MiniCards today. I feel not unlike Tiny Tim in the version of The Christmas Carol when he doesn’t die, although probably slightly happier, as Tiny Tim only got a couple slices of turkey, and I got 100 pieces of card with my name on.

Also a positive, on Saturday I go to London to see Swan for his birthday (happy birthday for today by the way). In an attempt to do all the catching up with people I have missed out on for months, I managed to see Gwyz and Kris last night, and hopefully tomorrow I’ll be meeting for a pint or two with Will. Such is the life of a socialite (*cough*).