A Fresh Start

What is it about me?

Yesterday saw “progress” with young Stubby, as previously covered in as much depth as you lot are getting (:-)).

I forgot to mention that Twiggy had earlier in the day been over to see me.

“What are the pubs like in Aaalburgh?”, she’d asked.

“There are a couple of decent ones I know of.”

“Great. Maybe Shovel and I could come over one evening and we could go out together? Or just me, of course.”

Just her? Not sure how Shovel would view that! She can’t help it, of course - the poor girl’s just reacting to my innate loveliness.

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This morning brought a phone call from young Kedgeree, down on the south coast. She was very happy with the photo I’d sent her a week or so ago.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Have you?”

“Yes. Can I have your address?”

Well, there’s no harm in keeping her happy, is there?

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At lunchtime it was time for the next instalment of the dental saga and an hour with Boss Lady and young Tizzy.

“You are not working today?” Boss Lady asked, seeing me in my Friday casuals.

“No, I am in work. I didn’t do much this morning though - too excited by the thought of seeing Tizzy again.”

“Stop it - you’re making me blush!”, she protested.

“Ah, but you’re even cuter when you blush.“, I replied, turning her a deeper shade of beetroot.

“I really shouldn’t tease her, should I?” I asked Boss Lady when Tizzy was off developing the first x-ray.

“Rubbish. You should tease her more.”

Part of today’s ordeal involved picking the appropriate shade for the replacement tooth and, as part of this, BL was tapping teeth on either side of the gap.

“Why are you doing that?” asked Tizzy.

“To see if it is tooth or amalgam” came the reply.

“They sound different? I’ve been here eleven years and I didn’t know that.”

Eleven years?!

“Eleven years? You must have started work when you were six!”

She blushed and thumped me - remind me not to tease her again when Boss Lady’s hovering around my mouth with sharp implements poised.

The real ordeal, though, came when the first x-ray was examined. The ‘rawl plug’ wasn’t sitting properly in my jaw and had to go in deeper. Just a millimetre at most but boy did it hurt!

“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” Boss Lady asked - knowing, I suspect, that I wouldn’t want to appear wussy before Tizzy.

I gave a muffled “Aargh” in reply. When the other tooth’s getting checked I’m going to ask for anaesthetic if it’s not sitting perfectly!

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It’s been a day full of young ladies for me then - no wonder my mood’s improved significantly. Using the London Bus principle, I’m sitting here waiting for the inevitable call from Smittee telling me she’s not going to Crystal Palace tomorrow and asking whether I’m free to go out (although, of course, I’m not as I’m off to see Dad).

It’s a hard life.