The Count in Ashbourne.

I had a dental appointment today, and while I was there I saw the Transylvanian one walking through the waiting room. (I’ve mentioned her before. She really is from Transylvania, you know. She is.) And then I discovered that my dentist’s ¼ Greek nurse is called Lucy. And then I noticed that my dentist smelled of garlic.

You must admit, there’s a pattern emerging here.

‘Your name’s not Mina, I suppose,’ I said to his stand-in nurse.

‘No, it’s Anna.’

Well, there you go. Lucy had a bad back. I took to speculating.