The Whole Tooth

Today has not been a good day for Ms Dogwood.

She's got 'food technology' for the next eight weeks - that's cookery to you and me. It was cake making today, and she'd gone to the best resource available for a recipe, namely Nan, who gave her a tried and tested set of instructions. She transported all of the ingredients to school and started the lesson, but her teacher sniffily told her that the recipe contained too much flour and wouldn't work. It seems the other children had already been given the national curriculum approved recipe for sponge cake, but Alicia hadn't had a copy for some reason. Anyhoo, the cake came out just about perfect, and much better than the average first attempt for the rest of class, but there was not a word of praise or encouragement.

I picked her up from school at one o'clock for her appointment with the orthodontist at the dental hospital. She was having a new brace fitted and endured a 40 minute session of having the various bits cemented into place and was left feeling very sore and unable to bite properly at the front for the next week or so whilst it all beds in. She's also got a complicated care regime to follow, with a special brush for cleaning round the wires and flouride mouth wash to use as well.

Still, I can exclusively report that her sponge cake was spanking gorgeous and gets a five star A+ rating from me.