Come Up And See My Etchings

I love my dentist.  The whole surgery.  I love them all.

The office opened at 08:45.  At 08:45:01 the phone was answered and an appointment made for 09:10.

By 09:35 my front tooth was back in place.  Look:

The dentist was quite excited to have a chance to use her new adhesive, called Etch.  It stuck that sucker right back on and it feels more secure now than the rest of the teeth in my mouth.

I was fortunate that the tooth sheared off in one piece at an angle.  And that it stuck in the corn cob rather than down my gullet.

I was pleased that there was a work experience student there from Spud’s school, because it gave me a chance to boast that Spud had never needed any treatment at all in his seventeen years; not once.

I was chuffed when the dentist told the student how lovely and polite and friendly Spud was, and a pleasure not to treat.

I smiled all the way home.

All rather different from last night, when I was feeling very sorry for myself and my ugly, must never be seen in public again mouth.  Though I did get the giggles during one of my regular prayers:  O Lord, help me to keep my mouth shut and my lips sealed…

And now I’m off to a poetry reading.