Dentists ain’t all bad
Went back to the dentist this morning feeling a whole load better than I was last night. I wasn’t really sure why I was there but assumed he just wanted to look in my mouth and satisfy himself I wasn’t going to bleed to death mid air. I was wrong. I got two fillings but I have a very perceptive dentist who obviously worked out if he’d told me he was doing it I’d have said “not today thank you very much”. So he just dropped the chair and dived in with his big drill! Best way to do it. He was quick and efficient and I feel a tad guilty for going on about him last night. I wasn’t exaggerating however, as anyone who’s had an extraction will know. That reminds me - I don’t exaggerate things on this blog you know. Last week I was blogging about something and I happened to mention that I only have one saucepan. As my sister and her husband were packing to come up here for the weekend, my brother in law reckoned they wouldn’t have to bring their own pans because apparently I “just say things on the blog for effect”. Christine, my sister, however, knows me better and brought some pans which was really just as well. So, I don’t exaggerate, it’s all true and yesterday’s tale of dental woe was no different. But it’s all better now. I even found 4p under the bed today. The tooth fairy’s clearly a cheapskate but at least I know she exists 
