Ouchie!!

You know how if you run your tongue up between your cheek and your gum at the top, you will find that you have a sort of 'web' of tissue on each side that joins the two? Well, for some years I've been very conscious of the fact that the web on the right hand side of my mouth was bigger and came further down than the one on the left.

I was in a hurry this morning and, indulging in a bout of vigorous teeth brushing, I caught the web with the toothbrush. And ripped it. Ouch. Ouch. Ouchie ouchie ouch. It bled for ages, and as is usual when you've got a sore spot, you can't help but keep touching it. On the plus side, it relieves the tightness of the web that was there, which at times was uncomfortable and felt restricting. But on the other hand, I've got a big ripped fingy in me gob!

At least I had the distraction of snow today to take my mind off it. We had about an inch or so this morning, but it still took forever to get to work. I absolutely detest the way the country grinds to a halt at the slightest smattering of snow. Anyway, I was en route to work when I got a message that Ethan's school had cancelled the after school club tonight (gggrrrr ....), so I had to leave work early to pick him up from school. As it was, I decided to leave just before 2.00 pm as, although I could see that the roads around the hospital were clear, I had no way of knowing what it was like out in the big wide world, and the last thing I wanted was to end up stuck somewhere and be late getting to school. We've had a lot more snow this evening (we have maybe three inches now I think), and it has been announced that all the schools will be closed tomorrow. I am not going to try and drive in to work tomorrow, I did think I could get the train - it's probably a 10 minute walk from the station to the hospital on a normal non-snowy day. But a lot of it is down a rather steep hill, and I'm pondering the wisdom of trying to walk doing a big snowy hill. Colin reckons I should just stay at home, and I think he's right ... but I do feel that I should at least make some sort of effort to get to work. But the thought of a nice long lie-in in my lovely warm and cosy bed is very tempting. What's a girl to do?