Andrew_Culture
Internet Marketing bod
- Location
- The People's Republic Of Suffolk.
Last week I was tootlin' along the A14 (in a car) and realised the softmint I was merrily chewing appeared to have a something decidedly un-soft in it. An exploratory tongue sweep of my pie-hole revealed that most dreaded of oral discoveries - a sharp tooth. Yup, I'd bust a filling. I called in at my dentists on the way home and got myself an emergency appointment. I could breath without the sensation that a javelin was protruding from my face so I figured the damage couldn't be too bad...
This morning I bimbled along to my dentists and he took some photos of my tooth, for me to look at, not for his family album, or the wall like in that song by the Beatles about the lad in Penny Lane who kept photos of heads he had known... I was then offered three options; a crown, a new filling or some stuff to fill the 'ole. No injections, no nonsense, and Fraiser was the ceiling telling with subtitles.
So here I am, £80 lighter of pocket but a whole lot more toothsome. Grand.
This morning I bimbled along to my dentists and he took some photos of my tooth, for me to look at, not for his family album, or the wall like in that song by the Beatles about the lad in Penny Lane who kept photos of heads he had known... I was then offered three options; a crown, a new filling or some stuff to fill the 'ole. No injections, no nonsense, and Fraiser was the ceiling telling with subtitles.
So here I am, £80 lighter of pocket but a whole lot more toothsome. Grand.