New Dad has "toothache" and is "in too much pain" to write to you today, so he's asked me to write the blog for him.
Honestly, he's such a baby! Apparently he has an "infected tooth nerve" yet all he will do about it is take antibiotics and pain-killers, spurning my mum, Mrs Vermilingua's traditional ant-based cure-all remedy. ANTibiotics are probably just a watered-down, commercialised version of my mum's cure with the taste taken away.
I've tried to cheer him up by singing all the songs from Bugsy to him, but he just holds the side of his face and screws up his eyes! I think he doesn't truly want to feel better!
In spite of his so-called "pain" he felt well enough to have a word with me last night about the sTone brothers; he says that it's not fair on Antony, who is terrified of them. I said perhaps Antony could just stay indoors but no, that's not good enough! Huh!
I'll be going into the village later to buy more Paracetamol and get something to stop Antony being frightened.
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