There Are No Otters in America… And Other Stories

Here's my own personal secret to a happy marriage.

My endodontist apologises to me 19 times while he completes my root canal. I’m counting. I wonder what this does to a person, these constant apologies. I can’t think of another profession in which apologising is quite so much a part of the package – maybe, funeral director? – but when I tell him about these thoughts I’m having, he thinks I’m making a jo…