Fangs

The final stage - the crown has landed. The magician (dentist) has gone through lengthy process of sorting out a broken tooth. And the new crown fits like a glove. Well, not a glove but a new tooth. And at no stage did it hurt. Amazing. Or more likely my head is made out of a lump of wood.

And the hygenist provides capable assistance and keeps me up to date with her husband's photography exploits. 

But my gnashers are like the Forth Bridge - never quite finished. So the next task is a new filling.Fire up the drill!

Oh, by the way, I have to own up to stealing this idea from Mr Bojangles. I hope he doesn't mind.