Greedy Dentist.

This morning the sky was cold and wintry then by the afternoon we had blue skies and sun. 

This morning I had to go into town for a dental check-up. That went well, or rather very quickly. A quick look around and a prod with the poky thing and then the dentist told me I was developing problems with my front teeth. The top ones are cracking and the bottom ones are wearing down. I was aware of this and was relieved to hear that the most cost effective way to prevent further damage is to strengthen them with white stuff (composite). This is how the next bit of the conversation went- 

Me - how much will it cost?

Dentist - £250 per tooth.

Me - So that's four teeth? (gulp)

Dentist - Um no, six teeth.

Me -Six? (shock horror)

Dentist - Six teeth at the top and six teeth at the bottom.

He was adamant that it had to be six not four teeth and after he eventually suggested I had the bottom teeth done first and maybe the following year get the top teeth done. I couldn't see any way around it so have made an appointment for January and paid a hefty £250 deposit. It will be an hour and a half's appointment which will cost £1,500. So he's charging me £1,000 per hour. That left me in a state of shock and I was forced to buy one of Pwdin's delicious brownies from the vending machine.

On my way back to the car park I called in at a few charity shops and found some of the Welsh story books written for learners at the Sylvain level which is where we will be after Christmas. Those can go in Peter's Christmas stocking as he's really hard to buy small gifts for. The man in the shop thought I was a Welsh speaker and came out with a whole chat in Welsh of which I understood not one word. I think he was saying he would have to put the price into the till manually. I just smiled and said Diolch yn fawr. (Thank you very much.) before beating a hasty retreat.

When I got home I finally found time to clean the car windows inside and out as I had got fed up with waiting for the smeary windows to clear. And of course as I had a bucket and cloth in my hands I went on to wipe down the whole of the outside of the car before scrubbing, and muttering darkly, the cement and paint splattered tiles and bricks edging the drive. Then I went in to my well deserved brownie.

 

Some of the sitting room Christmas lights.

And some more photos of the craft fair.

This lady does lovely work but I'm not really a dog person and I don't know anybody who has greyhounds or whippets.

A whole stall of Scottish tablet. I'd heard about it but had never tried it before. As I guessed it was very much like fudge and delicious. This was one of the things I showed Peter that I wouldn't mind getting at Christmas. I'm sure it would keep till then.