Woke up at 4am with a toothache. Took six junior aspirins for the pain. At 5am i woke my mother and father and told them that i was in torment. My father said, 'It's your own bloody fault for missing your last three dentist's appointments.' At 5:30am i asked my father to drive me to the hospital Casualty Department, but he refused and turned over in bed. Its all right for him: he hasn't got any real teeth. I sat up, racked with agony, and watched the sky get light. The lucky toothless birds started their horrible squawking and i swore that from this day forward i would go to the dentist's four times a year, whether i was in pain or not. At nine o'clock my mother woke me up to tell me that she'd made me an appointment at the dentist's emergency clinic. I told her that the pain had stopped and instructed her to cancel the appointment. - The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole