So, I had a dental appointment this morning and was really looking forward to it- said, no one, ever. I was led into the dental room by the nurse when the dentist asked me for an impression. I said ‘Well I have been having this treatment for two years now when the quoted time was 18 months. So, I’m really not that impressed ‘. He replied ‘I understand your frustration but I need to do an impression of your teeth. I apologized. Went puce and decided not to speak for the rest of the appointment.

On the way home I was listening to the radio and there was a woman being interviewed who has a bat sanctuary in Ireland. Anyone that looks after animals in my book is an angel but I have to say I’m not a huge fan of the bat. Their image has been somewhat tarnished by the whole Covid pandemic and I feel that what they really need is an ace PR crisis campaigner.

So, where is Batman when we really need him? He has been fannying around for decades in cartoons and films and now when we really need him, he is nowhere to be found.

When I was in school, I had to learn the anatomy of a bat in Irish. This is the primary reason for my intolerance towards them. It traumatized me for life. The story was called ‘An Sciathan Leathair’ and it was in a compendium of Irish stories call ‘Boirin na Beatha’.

To this day I still have feckin nightmares about this book. And why, oh why would I want to learn about the anatomy of a bat in Irish when learning it in English was just as nonsensical. Give me strength.

That’s all for now.

Have a great day.

Stay fab.