*wipes bloody drool from chin*
Hello again! I'm just back from my new private dentist (NHS dentists are rarer than hens teeth in Lytham St Annes) where my sexy Irish rugby playing 30 year old dentist pulled out a huge molar while smooth talking me... "You'll feel some slight pressure in a moment...don't fight against it... raise your right hand if I'm hurting you...can I see you again in a week" . We'll probably get married.

So, we finally got online last night. And boy did we miss it. Not having the internets is like living without an arm or chocolate (ok, not that bad but it still feels like something is wrong with the world). It now feels like we've settled in our new house (like corn flakes during transportation).