Dentists

I’ve always been a bit funny about dentists. I’ve always had the suspicion that they might just give me an extra filling so they can take the afternoon off to play golf at St Andrews. I used to fly from England to Northern Ireland to my last dentist. Unfortunately he retired (how inconsiderate!).

My current dentist stems from the time when I lived in a small country village in Essex. I had some sensitive teeth and was about due a check up, so I registered with the local dentist. When I walked in, my heart sank. The dentist had wiry hair and when he smiled he had gold edged teeth. Brave Sir Robin was ready to run away!

Actually he’s a sterling bloke. He had a good hunt around and then recommended sensodine toothpaste. Perfect! Hence I’ve been going to him ever since.