I hate dentists to, it stems from the school dentist I had when I was a child. Every time I went he would either fill it or take it out, he was a bit of a butcher. I have a great dentist now but I still have a feeling of dread every time I go and he is so nice to me I feel so guilty. I am sure you will be fine Aileen, when you are in the dentist chair just think to yourself "I'll be out in another half an hour", it works for me every time.
Re the crown ..... I think they can build up a post to attach the crown to .... anyway, a bit late now, as you will have been. Hope it wasn't too horrible.
House hunting down the tubes AGAIN. It was a nice enough house and would have been gorgeous once I got done with it, but there is a building lot next to it and it would appear that they might be putting a pair of semis on it ... that would reduce the value of the house I was looking at - so, pass
My fear of dentists also started when I was a child. I'd had two extractions of baby teeth with no problems, then a new dentist took over the practice (the only one in a small town), and he really was a butcher. The only time I saw him he went for an extraction saying "this won't hurt", pulled on the tooth (no local anaesthetic in those days) and something went horribly wrong. The tooth didn't come out cleanly and it bloody well did hurt! I started screaming, my mother began shouting at him and I think he began to panic. Horrendous!
That was that as far as dentists were concerned and I never went near one for three years, when I was forced to go because my second teeth were growing in on top of my baby ones.
Anyway my current dentist is my third in about 4 years. I've been three times now and she really does inspire confidence. She put a temporary filling in and I've to go back on 4 August when the poor little thing will be removed, although quite frankly I wouldn't have been too bothered if she'd done it then and there, but it wasn't an emergency and she didn't have the time.
It was really wierd, though, because I'd been due to go for a check-up a week on Thursday. My filling came out when I was having lunch outside and I had to go home to phone the dentist because I couldn't remember the name of the practice, but you can imagine my astonishment when I picked up the phone and found a message on my call minder from the dental practice telling me that next week's appointment would have to be rearranged. Strange coincidence! Turned out she'd been due to fly to Paris on holiday but because of some French air strike her holiday had been put back a day. [The French always seem to be on strike over something].Daisy
, house-hunting can be a nightmare, I know. You think you've found your "des res", and then ...
Good luck, though.Iris
, selling a house can be a nightmare too, waiting expectantly for people to turn up at advertised viewing times (or is viewing by appointment?). One firm of solicitors I worked for as a secretary in the mid-1980s, used to get staff to do "viewing" - i.e. sit in empty properties for a couple of hours evenings and weekends, and wait for prospective buyers to turn up - and we got paid £10 an hour, cash in hand, for doing practically nothing. A very nice little earner!
Goodness, it's really warm and humid today. However, I'm sitting here looking out of the window, which faces west, at a truly magnificent sunset - the sort you tend to get in this kind of weather.
Meanwhile, Daisy, my dear friend Graham is salivating over the photographs of the lovely bikini-clad Kim Sears in today's Daily Mail (two of which with Andy in them have already been posted on MW). He's taking them home with him ...