The old man makes his second call on the dentist today. This time it’s ‘just’ for fuillings so we’re hoping he’ll come back full of the joys of spring… so to speak as we’re slowly slipping into autumn.
It’s Friday we’re looking forward to when he has the last extractions.
He’s bearing up really well all things considered. I think if that had been me I’d have retired to ma kip for a week to sulk while I recovered, but he just kept on going after having just one Nuorofen to stop the ache right at the beginning. Not bad!
The Eclectic Interweb 