I made contact with the Ashbourne NHS dental practice today.
The reception I got was in marked contrast to what I received at the hands of
the swanky, private one last week. The receptionist was friendly and helpful. More importantly, she was
better looking as well. I’m booked in for an appointment next Wednesday. This
just goes to prove that poor people are nicer than rich people. If others can
indulge in shameless non sequiturs, so can I.
And guess who tailgated me into Ashbourne? Sarah, bless her
little black Mini (she’s had a new car.) She didn’t even notice it was me,
which wasn’t exactly edifying. And I’d better be careful what I write about her
from now on (and her mother.) There’s every chance she will find this blog
soon, so I think a greater degree of circumspection is called for in the nature
of my humorous fictions.
Did I ever mention that I like Sarah’s mother? I like Sarah’s mother.
Hi, Sarah.
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