Him and Me Both:( Updated:(

More Later?
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Dajill Ali was young, enthusiastic and tried endlessly to get me to buy new teeth.

I was having none of it.

"These crooked custard yellow teeth of mine haven't held me back" I told him.
And I meant it.

Admittedly the gap between my two front teeth is wide enough to hold tight a pencil or something. So?
And my bottom ones, although a bit in and out, haven't stopped a host of lovers throwing themselves off of anthills over me.

So I stood my ground telling him all I needed/wanted was a wash and brush up and a bit of amalgam for £48

"A White filling would look better" saith Ali (£125)
"Amalgam" say I
"Ok....you have a lovely smile, ever thought about having them whitened?" £300

I couldn't believe this, here was I laying in his chair listening to his hard sell while the hole in my toothypeg gaped. NO pain though.
"Yes, I have"I said laughing.
"Thought about it. Hasn't everyone?"

He laughed too!

Then the bombshell...
"You will need to see the hygenist" he said solemnly and that will cost you an extra £49"
'Oh boy' I thought, the NHS is in the hands of maniacs a.k.a the Tories.

£48 for a filling and de-coke then more dosh on top of that to see a hygenist who will do nothing but a deep cleanse below the gum line.... and then tell me how to use a toothbrush.

I left the new building in Southchurch Road feeling a little cheated but back I'll go on Wednesday because I don't want to end up with a mouthful of china.
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Mr H. will be late tonight due to malfunctions of the electric kind at work, so I think I'll do a lentil bolog for Mother and I.
At least she doesn't need any work done...The poor darling swallowed her teeth years ago. LOL!

Bugger.

The Lady and Chainsaw

Managed to slice through the Chainsaw cable/wire so now am in the throws of sticking it together!
This blasted patch of soil will be the death of me.

I feel like ripping and tearing and heaving from its roots every single growing thing out there. Except the raspberries which I have to say are proving very helpful in jazzing up a bowl of cake and cream:)

But oh the rest of it, the determined weeds, willowy conifers, fat Forsythia, sick roses and the unidentifiable tall green thing in the corner are all getting on my nerves. And my nerves can't take much more stuff heaped upon them.
But being a little trouper, albeit a grouchy one, I'll roll up my sleeves and continue the kill.

To keep me going mentally, I'll make a chicken and veg pie for tea and after all the snipping and chopping and yanking and lopping I'll bake it to a nice crisp.
Sweet won't be a problem, will quickly whizz up a butterscotch sauce and drown in it a couple of ripe bananas.

Then after gluttonizing it's movie time. The prequel to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Recorded whilst in a state of high emotional mentalness and watched in a state of sweaty expectation with a nice cuppa and a man called Mr Horsehound.

After watching the probably dreadful film I'll excavate my teeth with a fearsome tool then probably drop to bed early dreaming of drilling.:)


Goodbye!