This is timely. Yesterday, I popped down to the harbour for a dentist appointment. A pleasant walk down the Kali Strata in the sunshine (it was warmer outside than it was in the house), taking some photos which I’ll share over the next few days, and off to the courier. Not to collect new teeth or anything, but to collect this new keyboard I am mistyping on. It will take me a while to get used to it, but at least I can see the letters. Anyway, off to the dentist for a clean. Last week was for a filling. Everything is back to normal now.
Then, this morning, I read in the paper about a new NHS dental practice opening in the UK, and hundreds of people, old and young, queuing up to register or get treatment, so many people that the police had to come and supervise the line, and many didn’t stand a chance of getting in. Sounds like things are in a dreadful state. Last evening, I was chatting to a friend in the yUK who had been quoted £10,000 for some work which here would cost €1,000. When I told her I paid €50 for a filling, her teeth nearly fell out in shock. So, my advice is, when you need something doing, pop over here and get it done during your holiday.
That’s that, and hopefully, I’ll be teeth-issue-free for a few more months, and I’ll go back for a clean and check in five. I celebrated my clean teeth by going to one of the hardware shops and buying the wrong kind of paint for our courtyard window (I can use it on the gate instead, as it’s metal paint), taking a taxi home, and plugging in my new keyboard. Later, my piano pupil presented me with a nearly complete piece of grade 4 music he’d started on only three lessons ago, so I was more than happy, and we took another look at Fur Elise, or Furry Fleas as it’s become known. That, too, is coming along very nicely, so nicely, we may even begin on the second, more complicated section in a week or so.
All that was topped off by a couple of hours at the model-making station with me wrestling with masts and booms, and across the table him putting together a sequential twin-turbo, flat-six, 2,849 cc engine. Very relaxing, especially with Neil pottering around the kitchen putting together a salad for tea. That was a stroke of foresight as Yiannis rang to invite us for a drink and as we hadn’t seen him for a while… At least we ate when we came home. So, quite a lot to fit into one day, including finishing off a draft chapter, feeding the stray cats, and half an hour playing ‘Sherlock’ on my tablet. Today, I fancy, may be less frenetic but no less ideal.
