Toothache struck at around 5,30 pm last night. The dental surgery was open till 8pm so I rang and left a message, hoping someone could see me, but they didn't bother ringing my back so I took a handful of painkillers and went to bed. It's not so bad at the moment, just a gentle simmer as opposed to an agitated boil, so I hope it behaves itself till my next appointment at 9,30 tomorrow. But that's only a brief appointment so he won't be able to do much. And he's away all next week.
Tomorrow I'm off to view a house in Bounds Green, North London. In the parallel road is a 24-hour emergency dentist's. Could this be fate guiding me?
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