I’m not the greatest fan of dentists, never have been. They’re unfortunately the only people who can help when a lifetime’s abuse leaves the wally count insufficient to do justice to a piece of steak.
The ones I have left are being carefully preserved, requiring a three- monthly visit to the hygienist, a delightful lassie called Julia. She does know her job though, and drills deep between every piece of ivory to extract the maximum amount of tartar- but oh dear it’s worse than anything the dentist has ever done! This time, as I raised my hand for a third time for fear of drowning under the deluge of water, Julia decided to offer a bit of comfort. She froze my gums and thereafter I didn’t feel a thing, though she did take the opportunity to scrape for longer- 20 mins longer- or so it seemed!!
Anyway, with numb gums, I headed home via the co for a wee shop, with the usual warning that feeling would be fully returned within an hour! My appointment was at 12.30. It’s now almost 3.30 and the gums are still numb! No coffee for me for a while yet!!