Today I had arranged for one of Little Fink's pals to come over for a play. Both I and the friend's dad were in the middle of appointments so we did the hand over in the dentist. He said he had an appointment to get to, Little Fink was having a tooth out - I didn't ask any further.The play went well and at 5pm I took the little girl home and on the way, by way of conversation I was asking about her forthcoming holiday to Tunisia and I happened to ask what would her dad have been doing today? "Oh, he's having his back waxed for holiday." came the reply.
I can never look that man in the face again!
