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.