Dental Horrrrrrooorrrrrrrr.....
I’m heading to England! 14 days and counting… I’m off on a two week road trip and, given more recent travels have had their ups and downs, am trying to pre-empt any foreseeable risks… one of which is… teeth problems. No one wants to go on a long-looked-forward-to adventure only to be thwarted by tooth mishaps! And… truthfully, I’ve had a couple of slowly deteriorating ivories, and ignored them because – well, there are far more interesting things to spend ones’ money on… like cheese… HOWEVER… I sensed Luck rubbing its evil little hands as I made my rather rigid English itinerary… and so, I stare back at you Luck (I shan’t call it Lady because why should hindrances always be blamed on a woman!) and say, “Ah-hu! One less route (mind the pun) for you to deter my joy!” I arranged to see a dentist to remove one of the three potential luck-co-conspirators. With some trepidation I agreed to go by bike with my Chinese colleague to a close-by dentist. I did wonder about riding a b