Not a pretty sight

Never a pretty site as you lie in the dentists chair looking up. 

But I was very brave as we chatted about the pain thresholds of cyclists and rugby players as opposed to those fairies in Euro 16. 

The outcome of the discussions resulted in a Brexit. The tooth in question will have to come out. He gave me a prescription for some anti-inflamatories, painkillers and anti-biotics  to keep me going for the next few days. 

I think I have worked out the French system now. They give you some many pills, all to be taken 3 times a day, that you are so concerned with taking the right ones at the right time, that you forget all about the original problem.