Daffodils and the Red Door

With the day of my 6 month dental check up dawning, this Lady was somewhat preoccupied early in the morning with banishing every little morsel of food lately eaten from between her pearly whites.
Teeth were brushed and better brushed and the flossing thread,retrieved from the cabinet whence it has lain since the last visit, was put to use.
This routine was so successful that there was no triumphant holding aloft by the dentist of some crumb on the end of her dental lance while she upbraided me on my dental hygiene.
I said ‘no’ to a visit to the dental hygienist who must rank second to a physiotherapist in the use of torture techniques and escaped after handing over £11. 40 for the pleasure of the visit.

I took this blip on my way home of the crescent of houses in Leven Terrace which I always admire when the daffodils appear and later when the cherry blossom comes out.