AboutThe life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.
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Come April I don’t so much think about April showers as I do about Tidy Dog. After the long months of winter the time comes when E of the travelling-groomer-fame comes to Dalamory. She is a talented and delightful person … Continue reading
Going to the dentist for a temporary filling. New dentist too. Oh dear!
It used to be that I managed a visit to the dentist very well. Today was not so great; indeed the last two visits each involving enormous injections to the back molars were rather traumatic. On one occasion I felt … Continue reading
Perhaps this should be the Tale of the recalcitrant molar. Around 7 years ago, whilst on holiday in Ireland one of my large molars cracked ominously and started to throb. It meant a quick search for an emergency dentist, and … Continue reading
What I want to know is why does going to the dentist give you a pain in the shoulder? Was it being tensed up against the chair trying to get away from the multitudinous number of drills he used? Or … Continue reading
Knowing your dentist is definitely important. I’ve told you before about the trauma that going to a new dentist can bring. Yesterday was a follow-up visit to do a filling – right in the centre, so I was in quite … Continue reading
Aha! So the Birthday Month is over; and what has been the non-treat of the day? – Going to the dentist. This was only my fourth or fifth visit to this new dentist since the trusted and faithful practitioner retired. At … Continue reading
Counting one’s blessings has been a theme recently. Being thankful for little things, has helped my mood dramatically. Yesterday was a bit of a blip though. Being the age I am, I can well remember the terrors of going to … Continue reading