All my teeth

Yesterday the final piece of work on my teeth was completed. I am now the proud owner of a front tooth! It cost plenty but worth it, especially considering the difficulties of taking management advice from a chap without a front tooth! And that is my business after all...

Whilst sitting in the chair, with the dentist fiddling in my mouth, we heard a very distinctive bird call. Lounging on a tree branch right outside the window was a Peregrine Falcon. Magnificent! It looked on intently as Laura significantly improved my smile. Then, bored to tears, it flew off for some breakfast.

The funny thing about my tooth experience is that everyone noticed it was missing, but very few people have spotted that I now sport a beautiful new one.

I suppose it just goes to show that when you fit in with everyone else, you become the crowd, and lose your own identity!

One step closer

This is how I look now:

The Max Facial Surgeon managed to specially contruct this amazing 'dof' look. And I paid him for it too...

All in all, not so bad, but looking forward to the end of bleeding and dinner! Not necessarily in that order...

Still on about my tooth

I thought that I should share this picture to highlight the dangers of problem teeth! This was before everything really swelled up; when woman and children ran from me screaming in horror...

At 08h00 on Monday morning, I be in the enviable position of being horizontal with my eyes closed. The dentist however, will probably have one foot on my shoulder, with his hands tightly clamped over a pair of vice grips, while he attempts to remove this evil force from my mouth.

And for some or other reason, after 17 years of hassles with this tooth that was knocked out by a wild woman weilding a hockey stick, I am rather excited!