Well, it wasn't travel arrangements or weather this time.
Arrived in lovely Bath, parked up and headed downtown for some food.
Had just settled in the Cornish Pastie Co for a wee bite, and had
literally taken a wee bite when...
Me: is there something stuck in my tooth?
Turns out a good quarter of my front tooth was stuck in something, and
it wasn't my gum!
And so began the frantic phonecalls to hospitals, dentists and
emergency helplines until I eventually secured a dental appointment
with a dentist, in Bristol.
Two and a half hours and a mighty dose of anaesthetic later, I no
longer whistled my speech or looked like an extra for a hobo movie.
But I am on a strict diet of liquids only until tomorrow morning. By
which time I'm hoping my still-now-four-and-a-half-hours-later frozen
mouth will have defrosted.
And so there was a certain amount if déjà vu with all todays yo-yoing
backwards and forwards between Bristol and Bath.
If I ever suggest you join me on a rugby tour........
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