It's Lisa's birthday! I can't say how old she is for legal reasons, but suffice it to say that she now knows the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. Although she's not sharing it with me.

Obviously the best birthday present she could have is to hear that her temporary teeth are ready from the dentist, so having heard nothing from the surgery all week, she gave them a call an hour ago. They told her that the denture isn't back from the lab yet, and even if it was, she couldn't have it before Tuesday because her dentist is off sick all week, and there are no other dentists available. They didn't add "Many Happy Returns!", but I'm sure they were thinking it.

So that's another week, another holiday, and another set of hopes and dreams ruined. At least, partially ruined. For the past six weeks, Lisa's felt unable to go out without her teeth, so our planned trip to Wiltshire has been postponed twice. But right now, she's so hacked off with the whole situation, and so far beyond the end of her tether, that she's sticking two metaphorical fingers up to the world, and we're going anyway. We'll be driving down to Big Sis's house this afternoon. And possibly never coming back.

Forget 'Happy Birthday'. When Lisa blows out her candles, I'll be singing 'Things Can Only Get Better'.