No holes

Usually, this is a place I don't want to go more often than 2 times a year, our dentist. Through the window you can see our new car, the black pearl. The waiting-room is empty, as always, because our dentist follows a tide schedule. You never have to wait very long. This time he started asking about our eldest son. The last time he saw him it wasn't sure if he could go for his internship to Melbourne. He was wondering if everything worked out well. I was happy that I could tell him all went good.

After a short stay on the chair I was free to go: no holes!