Brace yourself…

I’ve long admired nice teeth.

There’s not much I covet, but if you have nice teeth, I want them.

My parents tried to straighten my little dracula teeth when I was a child, but I didn’t fancy wearing a brace and after losing or breaking two sets, I didn’t get another chance.

As a young adult my mouth met with a pole while riding a horse, and a dentist replaced the now cracked and missing front four with crowns and I had relatively straight teeth for the first time.

Another dentist on a dating site made the mistake of pointing out all the faults in my profile picture smile and then asked me out. A hard pass. Maybe should have humoured him and got everything fixed up. Didn’t think of it at the time. Twit. Him and I.

Anyhoo.. I got into a discussion with a dentist recently re improvements and he suggested we look into things. We need a few X Rays and scans he advised.

This was an understatement. X rays, scans, 2D scans, 3D scans. On and on.

What was that last one I made the mistake of asking.

Oh, that was for your inner most thoughts and the state of your soul.

Fair enough. Seems legit. There is talk of a rapture.

If you think your teeth are in relatively good shape, don’t let anyone show you a 3D scan of your mouth.

Unfortunately, they advised with glee, apart from the obvious issues (wot?), your bite is crushing your teeth and it’s just a matter of time before everything cracks up.

Are you saying I have a nasty bite, I asked.

Well yes, and your bark is quite something too.

So now… There is a whole plan involving a series of specialists to fix me up proper.

And I have joined the ranks of adult brace wearers. Clear aligners they call them.

I’m looking for a support group.

I also have to have receding gum treatment, which involves, just to make you shudder in horror and throw up a bit in your mouth, taking tissue from my palate to build up my gums.

I did ask if there was an option to use someone else’s palate.

They have, I noticed, written quite a bit in my file already…

Things like :

NOT BRAVE (Sedate as much as possible)

I suspect this may also be to stop me asking questions and giving opinions.

You go first

Darling, my lovely man asked, holding a handful of berries, what are these?

They look like gooseberries, I said, where did you find them?

There’s loads of them in the flower bed at the back, he replied.

Is there a gooseberry bush there, I asked. Apparently not.

They are nice, I said, popping one in my mouth, I’ll add them to your breakfast bowl (I’m always on the lookout for bright coloured fruit and veg my lovely man should be eating).

He looked at me horrified…. You don’t really know what they are… You could die.

Tastes like a gooseberry, I replied, but yes, we should wash them.

He watched me carefully the rest of the day… I knew he was concerned when he began with the questions..

How do I buy electricity?

What are the cake ladies details?

Can you please write down how exactly you make my breakfast bowl?

And then, as a bit of an afterthought…

How do I call the ambulance people?

So now… We have mysterious… Or as I like to call them.. Immaculate gooseberries.

Marco….. Polo

About a year ago we splurged and upgraded my lovely man’s hearing aid.

The first set he had was not cheap, this one eye watering.

But… Necessary for his well being and my sanity really.

A few months later, we came back from walking the pups and he announced that one was missing.

The angels were watching over us, because we retraced our steps and found it lying in the road.

Darling… He announced earlier today… My left hearing aid is not in my ear.

Someone else take the wheel for a bit I thought to myself.

We started to look for it.

Do you think the app on my phone can track it he asked.

I looked at him… Astounded at the brilliance.

I actually had to sit down and take a wee sip of wine.

Where’s your phone?

I don’t know.

(Another sip).

Phone found…. The hearing aid is in the house!

And there we start…. Very Far…. Far.. Near.. The clever app guided us.

It’s in the kitchen!

15 minutes of searching the floor and counters. Realizing we have the worst tiles ever that could camouflage a lost rhinoceros if it fell on the floor.

Very near… It’s in the bin.

Of course.

Perhaps it’s time to give them a good clean my lovely man murmured.

Perhaps it’s time for wine.

Enjoy your stay

We have bathroom scales. Not recommended, but we do. We hate ourselves like that.

My lovely man announced that his was no longer working. Of course I checked and yes, it appeared to have given up on life.

Do you want to just use mine I enquired.

No, he firmly responded, yours is not very friendly.

I knew it! Arsehole thing.

So, I bought him a new scale.

There’s two here, he advised.

Yes, I said, it was a good price if I bought two.

He looked at me quietly.

You’re going to put the arsehole scale in the guest room aren’t you?

There’s a fat mirror in there too I told him.

No wonder nobody visits us twice.