Sometimes. Life is a beach.

Thanks to a vigorous devouring of dinner yesterday I managed to dislodge and swallow a filling. Popped into the dentist today - a cancellation! Come back at 3:35pm. Result - the 6pm news featured an article where peeps in Englandshire can't get an appointment for two years. Anyway my dentist was a crew cut sadist that could easily pass for a concentration camp commandant. Yet no, she has retired - a new dentist, a lovely Irish lass replaced my filling largely by resting her ample bosom on my face. Sadly since returning home I have since lost another filling, cracked two teeth and have a suspected ulcer and want her opinion on gingivitis.   *sigh*  

Amazing what fills your day in retirement.