6 days to go
Some helpful soul has pointed out a minor exaggeration in yesterday's post. I suppose if you read it in a certain way it does suggest that I actually made the appointment for the long overdue visit. But it's hardly material. I mean, I don't want you to get the notion that it wasn't my idea to finally go to the dentist, that I was somehow forced or cajoled into it. Oh no, it was absolutely my idea.
And just in case you've got any lingering doubts. Fortunately, I foresaw this type of petty confusion and kept a transcript of the conversation in question.
Helpful: Your teeth are looking really stained these days.
Me: Honestly they're fine.
Helpful: You promised your Mum you would go to the dentist this year.
Me: I don't recall that.
Helpful: You're going to end up with serious problems.
Me: My teeth have been really sensitive to cold drinks recently. It's ruining my breakfast orange juice ... maybe I should think about going to the dentist sometime.
Helpful soul leaves and re-enters the room.
Helpful: It's booked.
Silence
I rest my case.
9:00:21 PM 
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