By Veronica

Waiting room

Today's appointments: banker in the morning, dentist in the afternoon. The dentist has some smart new chairs, providing me with a lone opportunity for a desperate blip (he no longer has the tank of tropical fish). You certainly wouldn't want to see my broken tooth; the dentist sucked his own teeth when he saw it, and ummed and ahed about the best thing to do. Whatever he did took half an hour of (literally) rooting about. It didn't hurt while he was doing it, thanks to anaesthetic, but it sure did afterwards. Ibuprofen and a quiet evening at home.

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