I went to a funeral on Friday, it was a friend and employee of hubs for over 25 years. He was 80 and had a good life, but had battled bone cancer for 2 years before giving up the fight. It was very sad but also uplifting to see his tiny 82 year old wife coping so well with everything.

We flew to the UK on Friday morning after I quickly popped to the dentist as the temporary bridge was pretty loose. He re-cemented it and told me not to worry. I am having the permanent one fitted this Wednesday - this should have been done last week but my bite is so severe that there had to be an extra coating of glaze put on the new porcelain teeth.

Off we went to the airport. We boarded and took off, I bit down for no reason other than I have developed a bad habit of grinding my teeth and I heard and felt a snap! I had cracked the side of one of the front teeth on the bridge but it stayed put so I didn't worry too much.

We disembarked, grabbed the hire car and headed for Chichester, we were early so we went to a cafe for a spot of lunch before heading to the crematorium. I began eating my lasagne and chips and I felt the tooth go. I spat out not one tooth but TWO that were stuck together, they just slipped off the pin under them. Fucking hell. Couldn't smile - not that I would be doing much of that at a funeral anyway.

Then real disaster struck as the funeral was a very private affair and only a few of us were there. some family and people he had worked with, sadly some of them (3 to be precise) were ex-employees of hubs. One was a viperous old bitch who had never liked me, and all had thought hubs and I would last about 5 minutes before he came to his senses and went out with someone of a better class. Just seeing us still together should have been sufficient for me but as I really couldn't smile it looked like, while yes we were still together I was the most miserable bitch on the planet. All I could do was ignore them, which I did, but now they think I am miserable and ignorant, so up myself that I couldn't even be arsed to speak to them.

And before anyone thinks I could have still fought my corner, there would have been no dignity in doing so with teeth a bag lady would be ashamed of. If you want an idea of how bad it looks. My daughter, with rather too much honesty informed me that I looked just like the little squirrel thing at the beginning of the Ice Age movies that is looking for his nut!!!