I've broken me pluckin' nails

I say Cathy, there's no need for that kind of language. I would have said "Language, Timothy!" but for the fact that (a) your name isn't Timothy and (b) no-one would know what the heck I was talking about.

Tamazepan - is that what you get in Christmas cakes?

Sorry to hear about all the dental disasters. I'm a coward when it comes to dentists (especially the dreaded drill... aiiiieeeeeeeee!), and I've sometimes gone for years at a time without going to them. I use the "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" principle when it comes to me teeth - but I was forced to go when I broke some last year at a barn dance gig when I crunched some cracking crackling from the hog roast. Luckily my new dentist is a very pleasant young blonde lady who makes the dreaded experience more pleasant that it would otherwise be. Not that her gender, age or hair colour have anything to do with it, of course. It's just that she has a nice chairside manner :-)