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Date: 02 February 2004 03:00:00
There's a day that comes around about every six months when I leave work a little earlier than usual and visit a lovely man called Huw. That day came round this week...
It started one morning last week when I came downstairs in the morning to find an official looking letter addressed to Mr & Mrs. Since Mr is allergic to anything official looking, I opened it.
'You are now due for your regular visit, please phone to make an appointment'
I quickly put the letter in my bag and took it to work with me, from where I could make the phone call without interuptions.
"Wednesday at 4:30, perfect, I'll see you then"
So, Wednesday morning, as I'm walking out of the front door, I inform Wood that we're visiting Huw and that he better be there at 4:30. He groans, but my perfect timing means that I don't hear anymore than that.
At 4:30 I arrive at Huw's place of work to be informed that Wood has aready arrived. I take a seat and wait. Wood comes out of Huw's room, glares at me and tells me to go in.
Huw and I have a nice chat. He does most of the talking... it's hard to talk with your mouth wide open and someone poking at your teeth...
Huw: "He doesn't like coming much, does he?"
Me, with my mouth full: "O"
Me, given a moment's breather: "He only comes because I make the appointment for him"
Huw: "I can tell"
Nurse: "He hasn't got the hang of spitting, has he?"
Me: "Errr?"
Huw, changing the subject: "OK, everythings fine, you can go..."
We pay and leave. On the way home I ask Wood about the totally random comment from the nurse. As far as I was aware he'd got the hang of spitting as a kid, had he really given up his child-like ways?
"Err, it's that bowl-thing that you spit in after you've rinsed, it's meant to suck air and everything in, only it always spits back at me"
I find the visit to the dentist's more entertaining each time I go. I wonder if next time they'll let me watch when the bowl spits pink mouthwash back at my husband?!