That is good news Fishy
My toof is ignoring the instruction with the repair kit to “get to a dentist within 48 hours” and remaining un-nuisancey thank goodness, though I suspect if the emergency filler comes out I can simply do it again.
Yes, I’m sure, Fishy
I used to carry crown cement with me when away from home, and, once removed stitches from my gums onna campsite in Italy…
Gawds
Medicinal, methinks
Carinthia.xx
Soo will correct me if I’m wrong, but I’d imagine the point of getting to a dentist within 48 hours is to deal with any underlying problem that caused the hole, in case you have plastered over a festering abscess or something. In this case, that’s already have been done, so you’re probably OK until its safe[r] to get it seen to.
More medical, shurely…
If it starts to hurt, I know (all too well) what an abscess feels like and will take immediate emergency action!
Oh my, yes - you definitely know. As does anyone within about three streets’ distance
That reminds me, time for some more pickled garlic.
Consumption or manufacture?
The Clap (with saxophone voluntary) started as I was bending to put down food for the Oaf. He growled.
Phoebe the Rabbit, whom I used to care for while her owner was on holiday growled loudly, every time I approached her hutch.
Walkies, today, gave us sightings of a Little Grebe and chicks, Canada Geese, Swans, Mallards and a Heron - all on a large puddle of water left behind by ‘The Mining’. Skyped Sis and BiL and largely agreed about everything in the world, which wozz nice.
Gus - how is your Ma doing?
Soo xx
Black bin this evening, so choice of Negligible was easy
Drinkies?
Carinthia.xx
Vocal! On phone to her now ![]()
Wish her sweet dreams from yer bee.
Good nights, all.
Soo xx
Gin, Darling
Don’t ferget it
Carinthia.xx
She says that is very sweet of you. And enquires after the rest of the board.
Gxx
The Ma was in excellent spirits, having dealt with a couple of admin things that had been looming, and as a bonus had a hilarious and probably highly unprofessional chat with the pharmacist at the local Medical Centre, AND having had a proper go at something in the garden which was offending her.
Her own cottage pie from the freezer for supper. Gawd, what I wouldn’t do for the Ma’s cottage pie…
Tired but content is what she was, and she sends good wishes to 'all my lovely friends '.
Oh, and we chatted for an hour and thirty-four minutes. Oof. But it was good.
Well, there has, apparently been an armed raid on Morrisons last evening. Police 'plane was circling around for an hour
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
South and West of you, I’d have had to suspect the Ma: she does miss one of their breads.
We’ve had airborne busying too. No idea why.
Gxx
I am sure that I, as a flying creature, have no idea why there should have been filth in the air last night. None at all.
(pushes stocking mask further under chaise)
Wot?
Oh look over there, it’s a