“Gold” Fingers Crossed

It has to be said that despite four meltdowns now, Nigel’s diligent and robust dental hygiene regime has not suffered, however, his routine check ups are now a very different, more formal affair now, not that he is grumbling.

He now has to ring the bell to be let in, where his name checked off on the list (a bit like the entry to a VIP event), his temperature taken and finally an ample squirt of sanitizer administered to his hands.

Then, left sat sitting, the  waiting room is now a lonely place, with no other patients to surreptitiously look up and down, pondering what they were “in” for …….

…….. no magazines to pass the time, just laminated signs of chairs warning you not to sit there and cabinets of teeth that you could possibly have, if you could afford them, to gaze at in awe and wonder.

However, after the little fella had had a robust scrap and polish and a really good rinse, followed by a full bill of dental health from Claire his dentist, he noticed at the desk as he went to book his next six monthly appointment that they were having a Patient Prize Draw ……….

Well, who wouldn’t want the opportunity to win a gold plated, ultra soft toothbrush with matching 24 carat tooth gel, it’s the prize of dreams, well, for Nigel anyway and if he didn’t win that there were other mysterious, unlisted prizes, no doubt of a oral type nature ……..

Needless to say, Nigel’s entry was completed and the pen he used carefully put into a container to be safely sterilised later on ……. there were only a couple of other forms in the box, so Nigel returned to The Towers in very hopeful mood, not even Hugh, Darrell’s best friend and mentor with all his show business ways has a gold toothbrush, let alone 24 carat toothpaste …………… Nigel could dine out on that for hours …….. when we are next able to stay over at Le Chicken Coup. Happy Days!