The Great dental debate.

I hate dentists..

I know ir's pretty strong and hate is a useless emotion but they always give me the creeps. when I was a teenager, my mum use to take me to the dentist during school which would mean that I would miss a Spanish lesson which I wasn't too thrilled about.

My last trip to the dentist was in January 2008 and the dentist told me that I needed to have a tooth repaired, that or remove it completely. removing it completely would have been cheaper. but After the Dentist perscribed me some antibiotics and cleaned up my tooth, I never went back and now it's starting to bother me again. I think it's on it's way out, I have tried taking pain killers like it says on the packet but I gave up afterwards, yes I know not good for my kidneys either.

I am being bugged by my boyfriend to go. He makes it sound so easy, this coming from a man who when he was in high school was nicknamed "Mr Smile" and visits the dentist every 2 months. He even works in a dental clinic.

A solution will turn up in the end.. that or i need to find some good plyers!

Kittie Capers in Madrid

I love cats... I've always loved them, since my father brought home my very first kitten when I was six years old. she was 6 weeks old with a long tail and was a ginger tabby.

Recently my flat mate Miriam and I were debating about getting a kitten. We live in a small flat in Madrid and I doubt the land lady would be thrilled. well that decision was not up to me.

One morning, I went out to the supermarket to buy some Alcohol for the weekend, because we were having a get together and Well I saw these two guys standing by a car with the bonnet opened. I could hear a very squeaky miaow! it was definitely a cat because this dog that was passing by picked up on it and started barking.

As it turned out the owner of the car called out a mechanic to get a kitten out of the engine. it obviously climbed in there the night before when the engine was still warm and couldn't get out. So I decided to have a look in the engine and didn't see anything. when the mechanic switched the engine on the kitten moved from the sound. I Stuck my hand in the engine and pulled her out. poor thing.. she didn't belong to anyone. Well the mechanic said I could have her.

SO I took her home, gave her a bath, and some food. at first she stayed under the bed all day. but since the weekend she's been climbing things. she's 6 weeks old and well we've already named her. Hinley Timi. Hinley after this cheeky Cuban I know and Timi well, it's my name TIna and My flat Mate's Miriam. We call her Timi for short.

Life in the flat won't be the same now that we have her.

It makes me less sad over the fact that both My cats in London have gone missing.

ah well... Welcome to the family TImi!!