Kitchen Confidential.

Having spent much of the morning looking at tiles and kitchen presses the idea of getting moles removed doesn't seem nearly as painful.
In fact root canal doesn't seem as bad.
Epidural for that childbirth madam?
No no, sir I'm fine. If it gets too painful trying to push something the size of a rugy ball out through my vagina I'll just close my eyes and remember the time we looked at kitchens, that should dull the pain.
Two hours and counting, thanks to everyone for the kind words. It's all very nice of you indeed.

UPDATE: I am back and quite unmolested.
Having geared myself up for the cutting and the digging I got out there only to be told the moles my doctor wants removed are completely harmless, but that a mole on my OTHER shoulder that no one even sniffed at before now must be removed instead, and that I have to go into surgery on 14th of November for this.
After some yelling about 'why one fucking hand doesn't know what the other hand is doing' I calmed down and paid my sodding 170 Euros for nothing and took a prescription for some other fucking ailment I didn't know I had.
Naturally I am very vexed about all this and I am going out for a pint now.
I wish you all a very happy weekend.