A few weeks ago, I tweeted that I would reserve judgement about the Olympics Closing Ceremony until I had been to the dentist the next day. Then, I joked, I would be able to say definitively whether it had been as painful as having a tooth pulled out.
That just about sums up my summer. I went to the dentist for the first time in, oh, 20 years just before we went on holiday to Sweden. A tooth that had partially crumbled about 18 months earlier had begun to hurt occasionally. ‘Yes,’ said my dentist, ‘that’s coming out. And I’ll do you seven fillings at the same time.’ Ouch.
So the day after we got back from Sweden, I had one of my 32 champing (off-) white knights removed and his erstwhile neighbour filled in. The following week, four fillings on the left side of my mouth. This week, just two fillings on the right. I will be getting the bill in the post soon. Ouch again.
All this has rather distracted me from writing about the Olympic ceremonies, although I do love a ceremony and was fascinated to see how we would do them. As the Paralympic opening is tonight, this is as good an opportunity as any to jot down what I think of the ceremonies so far.