I spent part of the morning with my friendly dentist, Dr. Martin Von Heuvalnussen. I don’t really know if that’s his surname but it’s close.
When I was a kid I was so terrified of the dentist that once I refused to open my mouth for him. I got into a lot of trouble for that and I learned that the wrath of my parents was worse than the prodding of the dental instruments so I was much more obedient after that.
I wasn’t too much of a big baby today but I didn’t even get a toothbrush for my trouble. All I got was “that tooth was in worse condition than I thought so if you get a throbbing toothache, call me straight away! Nice to see you again.”