Clare at the dentist

As I write, Clare has just left the house for the dentist. She is to undergo a root canal procedure, tackling a problem picked up when she tripped at Ham Hill last October, damaging a front tooth.

Not a tooth in sight

What do you say as she puts on her coat, picks up her handbag and resolutely opens the door?

While she sits in the waiting room struggling with anticipation, the birds in the garden will still be unconcernedly raiding the feeders, hopping over the paving stones.

I say, "In an hour all this will be in your past."

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Update: I was wrong about even that. Nothing serious, but follow up, more specialist treatment is required.