Which, don't panic, is nothing worse than a disintegrating tooth. And that, I'm glad to report, has been sorted (moreorless) by the marvellous NHS special needs dental service. A shame it happened on Saturday morning but I was given an appointment at Didcot on Monday afternoon, and the nice young dentist smoothed it down and the jagged razor in my mouth disappeared. Worse things happen at sea. In fact I did wonder what I'd have done in the old days: presumably Jane would have taken a file to it and I'd have swigged a lot of whisky.

Shame it wasn't on terrestrial tv, as radio commentary of golf, day after day, is dreadfully dull. Interminable whispered descriptions of little balls whizzing through the air and falling down holes. It was a relief to turn on Radio 5 on Friday and hear the Punch and Judy tones of Kermode and Mayo's film review.
Anyway, instead I recommend reading Peter Saunders' blog about the launch of a new pro-euthanasia Health Professionals' lobby group next Wednesday. No doubt it will get lots of media coverage, as Dignity in Dying (the old Voluntary Euthanasia Society) has friends in the business. His main point is that it will get a lot of attention but represents a vast minority of health professionals. Don't be deceived... You have been warned!
http://pjsaunders.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-see-new-pro-euthanasia-doctors.html
Or Jane would give you the file and swig the drink?? Worse things happen at sea you say - or in a Chilean mine? I hope they all get out - but imagine the terror of the poor chap who is last out.
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