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caddymanWell, I emailed them at work asking for some documents that I could work on to be forwarded to me, but so far I have not had any response. I shall do a little work on something else, that requires an initial draft just to show willing and then assume that all is well.
I have decided that visiting the hygienist is actually more fearsome than the dentist proper. It appears that despite daily brushing and the use of various mouthwashes 'recommended by dentists' my teeth continue to silt up. Less teeth, I think than a coral reef in Bryan's mouth. No matter how much plaque I think I've removed there is always more limestone for the hygienist to chisel out and they are no respecter of gums when they do this. More to the point, they seem to have some patented method of ensuring that nerve ends are coaxed to the gums when they bring out their stainless steel implements, ensuring both blood and anguish to accompany the worrying scratchy sound their work makes.
Still, I have survived and am celebrating with a nice cup of coffee. When I go back in three months, I may as well get my money's worth.
I was away playing games at a friend's in Marlow over the weekend. As there were only three of us there, we only managed the one game: 1830, one of the railway building and share trading games that we have played so much of over the years. The dynamic for three players is quite different from that for five or six, the number we normally try to involve. There's more to do for each player, since everyone can afford to launch and run more than one rail company each, but it seems to take longer even though you would think it all balanced out. Maybe it's just the way we play. Either way, it was good fun even if I came a sad third out of three.
Right; I'm going to finish my coffee and flick through The Times before deciding whether or not today counts as an unscheduled day off, or if I should be doing some work.
I have decided that visiting the hygienist is actually more fearsome than the dentist proper. It appears that despite daily brushing and the use of various mouthwashes 'recommended by dentists' my teeth continue to silt up. Less teeth, I think than a coral reef in Bryan's mouth. No matter how much plaque I think I've removed there is always more limestone for the hygienist to chisel out and they are no respecter of gums when they do this. More to the point, they seem to have some patented method of ensuring that nerve ends are coaxed to the gums when they bring out their stainless steel implements, ensuring both blood and anguish to accompany the worrying scratchy sound their work makes.
Still, I have survived and am celebrating with a nice cup of coffee. When I go back in three months, I may as well get my money's worth.
I was away playing games at a friend's in Marlow over the weekend. As there were only three of us there, we only managed the one game: 1830, one of the railway building and share trading games that we have played so much of over the years. The dynamic for three players is quite different from that for five or six, the number we normally try to involve. There's more to do for each player, since everyone can afford to launch and run more than one rail company each, but it seems to take longer even though you would think it all balanced out. Maybe it's just the way we play. Either way, it was good fun even if I came a sad third out of three.
Right; I'm going to finish my coffee and flick through The Times before deciding whether or not today counts as an unscheduled day off, or if I should be doing some work.