With a cheesey smile...

I stepped out of the dentist!

I had lost part of a filling way back in the mists of lockdown.

I had an appointment for the back end of August.  I limped along only having my granite crusted sourdough bread in tiny squares in  order not to put too much pressure on my tombstone old pegs!

A call came through...

could I manage a 7 am appointment?

Could I what?

Are there two 7 o clocks in a day I idly wondered?

Telling myself it would be a novel experience to be decent, up and out of the house by 6.45am I agreed.  After she had told me of the conditions I needed to expect on my arrival, I told her mine! 

As they were struggling to fill the early appointments I would grace the surgery with my presence 

only if they could arrange for someone to bring me up a cup of tea in tea at 6am on the morning in question... sounds reasonable to me!  She laughed and neatly dropped the ball into the husband’s court.  

It was like an out of body experience being abroad

in Ludlow at such a strange time, I quite enjoyed it.  I even got there before the dentist.

I must say being approached by two

bright orange suited operators was   weird to say the least.

It felt not unlike being given a seeing to by two jaffas.

I came away pleased as punch: by way of celebration I donned my mask and swept into Aldi, sad that I couldn’t dazzle them there with my 

Colgate ring of confidence.

Sourdough crusts eat your heart out, LL’s choppers are coming to get you!