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Sep. 8th, 2010 06:59 pmBack on the red-eye bus this morning.
My car might, just might, be ready on Saturday but some time next week seems more likely depending on how many, if any, valves have suffered collateral damage.
Dentist's after work for a check-up. I'm back with the local NHS practice who were fortunately taking patients again; getting a spit and polish every six months with my private one might have been good for my gnashers but, in these debt-ridden days, certainly wasn't good for my bank balance. Alas, I haven't got the nice Polish lady this time, but my new dentist, a sixtyish Swedish Asian man with bouffant white hair, seems a friendly enough chap. My teeth got a clean bill of health, so that's that over with till March.
My car might, just might, be ready on Saturday but some time next week seems more likely depending on how many, if any, valves have suffered collateral damage.
Dentist's after work for a check-up. I'm back with the local NHS practice who were fortunately taking patients again; getting a spit and polish every six months with my private one might have been good for my gnashers but, in these debt-ridden days, certainly wasn't good for my bank balance. Alas, I haven't got the nice Polish lady this time, but my new dentist, a sixtyish Swedish Asian man with bouffant white hair, seems a friendly enough chap. My teeth got a clean bill of health, so that's that over with till March.
