Two weeks ago tonight, I returned from a whistle stop trip to Northern Ireland where I'd just had a new bridge concreted into my mouth.
I chose to have the job done at home for four reasons:
- My dentist in Coleraine is the best in the business
- My dentist in Leeds is not very good
- My dentist in Coleraine is reasonably priced
- My dentist in Leeds wants every one of the few pennies I have together with my remaining worldly possessions
Where I managed to break my bridge.
Next Tuesday, I head back to Coleraine to hopefully have my bridge patched-up.
Sure, wouldn't life be boring if it was predictable?