Dankeschön Dentist

 

As you might have guessed from my previous post, I have been back to my favourite city for a (very) flying visit…

The reason for the brief return home?  All thanks to being subjected to the strangest ever emergency dentist appointment a couple of weeks ago in Munich…

I had kind of hoped that this appointment would lead to being “patched up” until I could see my own dentist when I was next back in the UK, but  that didn’t quite happen!

Everything seemed positive at first, the staff were quite friendly and they ushered me through to the surgery and sat me in the Dentist’s chair.   Unable to converse with me because of the language barrier (but obviously aware that I had a wait ahead), they decided that because I was English I would probably like to watch Mr Bean in the meantime (“because he’s English too!”)!…    And so I sat there for over half an hour being subjected to Mr Bean and his faulty TV aerial, an episode that culminates in the spectacle that is Mr Bean in his over sized grey Y-Fronts.    Which was, quite typically the precise point that the Dentist finished his lunch (my guess) and decided to grace me with his presence!

The appointment commenced with him stating that “all English people have very bad teeth” before I had even opened my mouth (Because really, every single person on the British Isles has appalling gnashers, every single one!), he then basically declined to treat me then-and-there (obviously still had a lunchtime crossword to finish!), and insisted that I make a further appointment, when he “might” be able to sort out the tooth in question.    Not likely!!   The look of shock on the receptionist’s face when I turned down the further appointment with this man, was by far the highlight of my visit, stating that I would instead be visiting my own vastly better, more professional and lovely Dentist in London…

And so I guess I have Mr Arrogant Dentist to thank for influencing my decision to fly home for a couple of very pleasant days.   I should also thank him for the fabulous “welcome home” view flying in, and the glimpse of beautiful (almost) Spring in London – the crocuses and daffodils are out and everything…

If I felt really gracious (and could forget the pain of the actual reason for my visit – but at least it was at the hands of my own sympathetic, kind and capable dentist, who solved the problem immediately – hallelujah!), I guess I should also thank him for the time spent catching up with some of my nearest and dearest, including two of my closest friends who went out of their way to pop over!

I managed to fit in a decent (well overdue) haircut, indulge in various missed food-stuffs (including fish and chips!), and stock up on various necessary staples not available in Germany!  Thank you for that too!

I squeezed in a night out with my Dad, lovely Step-Mum and youngest sister as well!  The usually quiet(ish) local, had been taken over for a Northern Soul charity night, which was a little surreal, but the music was fantastic!  I have never seen so many pork-pie hats and fifties dresses in one place.   It was however quite dangerous to venture to the toilet in fear of being whacked by tangled and flailing limbs on the dance floor, but it was a good night, so for that as well – dankeschön!

But the biggest thank you of the lot is for the time I got to spend time with my very funny Nephew.   So far he has refused to take off the Carnival Mouse hat I bought him.  He insists on wearing it literally everywhere…(snigger!…)

Hopefully, (Husband’s work permitting), I will be back again soon enough to do a re-run of this…   Let’s hope I make it in time again this time around?!?