Day of the Dentist

A week or two back I thought I had a damages case against Nobbies Nuts.
I found two bits of stone in my mouth whilst eating his dry roasted variety.
The two bits of stone turned out to be the fillings from my top and bottom rear Molars on the right hand side (from my perspective).

A phone call confirmed that my dentist only did patients who would pay (through the mouth).
So, I had to book an appointment with the Greek dentist I'd thanked the Gods I was earning enough money, to get away from.
Last time I saw him he had checked a filling with a metal toothpick thing. The filling was fine, but that was no use to him, so he clamped my head and exerted great pressure until the filling kind of popped.
"Yes, I thought so" he declared "this one also needs to be replaced".
"You bashtorf" I drooled at him. I'm not so stupid I haven't forgotten my Physics lesson from school. Umm pressure and surface area stuff. An Elephant walking across your lino floor wearing stihettos will do less damage than um a family of Pakistanis, who have a greater land mass.

Anyway.

Had to see Painless Potter today. There's one for the Bob Hope experts pub quizzers.
I'd seen him the week before, explaining that I had lost my two back fillings. After half an hour of mistaking me for Dustine Hoffman he declared his findings. Two fillings were missing from the back.
"I, awredy old u at, en I ame in"
I should point out this isn't Doric, it's Dentic.

So, his diagnosis was, both teeth were wisdom and needed to be pulled. Lucky for me, he wasn't up to the job. Although I wonder now how lucky that is, just how major is this? I'd give my hind teeth to find out.

So, turn up at his abbattoir for some minor work he's identified at 16:00. The Novocaine has only just worn off and I've stopped bleeding. No food tonight.
I picked up a copy of Readers Digest in the waiting room, and read the following, which I don't know if it was nerves or not but made me guffaw out loud, frightening the other victims in waiting.

Yers, I half inched their Readers Digest.

I got talking to a lovely elderly couple at the supermarket, but subsequently missed my bus.
As I walked home, a car pulled up and the passenger reached behind her and the rear door opened.
Seeing it was the old couple I got in. They looked at each other, then asked where I was going.
When we reached my house, I thanked them and enquired if they had much further to go.
"Not really" they replied "We were outside our door when you got in".

I'm using that in the book somewhere.

So, today then

I dunno about this Blog stuff. What is it? Like a diary but less private.

Fine. That said, only one persons reading it anyway. But she does have great pins, tits aint half bad either. Then again, from past experience it could be only me reading it. Still, I have great legs too.

Ooh before I forget.
What is the last line in Anne Franks diary?

Answer at the end of this.

So, today then:

Woke up 08:30 with the alarm, got up 10:30 when the need to pee got too great.
Went to Marks dad kevin at the hotel where he works to get my tools back. He used them to put up pictures. I was supposed to do it but an interview which came to nothing got in the way.

Mark had used the BIGGEST bit in the box, to put up postcard sized picture frames. Thank fuck no-one was leaning against the wall next door, he'd have killed them. Maybe they were away, I'll have Cosmic come over and exterminate the worlds hugest brick eating bugs, when they come back. Assuming the massive holes on their side of the wall need explaining.

To cap things off, he'd obviously dropped the drill at some point and bollixed it. The locking mechanism was, well locked solid. Knackered my hand trying to undo it, but no joy. On the way home I dropped into the Consti to see if Adam was about, he's got big hands. Unfortunately not but Jeremy was. Jeremy has even softer hands than me, as his dealing will testify. However he did mention that Mark had already said something about pushing a locking button on the drill.
Crap, clearly. Why would you mention using a button on a drill down the pub? Particularly when not such effing button exists.

Local builders yard did a bingo or bollix fix with a couple of mul-grips, and it was bingo. Well until I use it next, then I'll see.

Got home. Him downstairs is having kippers for lunch. It stunk as soon as I opened the front door. Opened the flat door, and the fire alarm is not going off as such but giving a beep every few minutes. Found a back-up battery replacement, sorted, so it wasn't the Kippers.

£90 left in the bank before I hit my overdraft limit. Then I'll start getting letters at £35 each telling me what I already know. Time for drastic measures.
Took my first prized possession down the pawn brokers. It was worth £1500, I got $140 for it.


Answer to the Anne frank above:
It was my birthday today and daddy got me a drum kit.

Someone viewed my blog

almost straight away.

Went back a little later and someone else had also taken a peek.
Penny finally dropped, it was me looking at my own blog being registered.

Sad

Today

Today, I did the usual, looked for jobs, 4 cv's sent out.
1 hopeful one just up the road for an office manager.

Only thing different today was starting a blog.
Had 15 mins to kill waiting for Question Time.