Molars

It seems that I can offer you another blip from the inside of a NHS establishment.
This time it's the waiting room at the dental hospital where daughter #1 was having an apisectomy on the root of an errant back molar and needed a chaperone to accompany her and take her home afterwards.

I must say it was a bit like the blind leading the blind as she had to help me put on my jacket in order that we could leave.

Looking at how much pain she's in now, I think I would rather have my sore arm.

This is a daughter, who for 20 years, has put up with a botched root canal procedure by an incompetent dentist when a bit of drill has actually been left in her jaw.

She has been a complete trooper about the whole thing.