Marbles

I'm afraid my visit to the dentist yesterday didn't prove very successful.  I'm very fortunate, I've known Bob for 35 years, having met him while he was still a student, after taking out his sister a few times.  I have built up quite a trust in him, after he sorted out my fairly poorly set of teeth in the 1980s, as I had resolutely refused to go to the dentist for almost 10 years.  

Today he fitted me in at the end of his surgery after I texted him to say I was still suffering.  He told me he was about to call after checking an x-ray taken yesterday that showed a cracked root.  He spent almost an hour, probing, injecting, drilling, grinding and finally re-building a crown that had hidden some decay affecting the nerve.

Anyway this is all building up to an excuse for the E.B. this evening, as I really didn't feel that great after the treatment.