Tuesday, 14 November 2017
Ooh, I've found a hole!
“Ooh, I’ve found a hole Mrs Willliams,” said Mr Smiley gleefully, “I shall have to drill out the old mercury and refill your tooth with some shiny new white stuff.” Yes, it was my bi-annual visit to the dentist this afternoon.
“What have you been doing Mrs Wirriams, your teeth are so stained” said the hygienist. She was oriental, small and pretty and dressed all in pink. I’ve been drinking cups of tea and plenty of red wine and I have no intention of stopping.
I really dread going to the dentist and I’ve been jittery all day. Now I’ve got to go back for that wretched filling next month and it will be murder driving into Bath and fighting with the Christmas traffic in December. (All the roads here in the UK seem so congested after the empty roads of France, queues and road works everywhere.)
Rick is off to the vets tomorrow morning to have his claws trimmed. Paul will make a big fuss of him. Sometimes I wish I was a dog.