The Baillie Bugle

So the good news is that I won't be losing any teeth in the near future.

If you've been reading for the last week, you'll know I had an infection beneath/in/around one of my teeth last week. I took two days off work and sat up all night drinking red wine and watching cable TV.
It was one of my gold teeth.

When I took it to the emergency dental clinic in Whitechapel they told me I was going to have to have it out.
It was only my body's unwillingness to be anaesthetised that stopped that from happening. They set a date for a week hence for the offending tooth to be removed forever from my head.

This upset me - I really don't like the idea of losing a tooth, especially one of my two gold ones.

Two things that people have said about me, to me, in recent memory have really stuck in my head.

1. After making a joke about someone being drunk and looking like an aeroplane coming in to land in high winds Gordie said to me :
'Davie - are you a millionaire?'
'No, why?'
'You should be.'

2. After laughing heartily at something Melissa told me that when I laugh sometimes the light catches my gold teeth and they twinkle like dollar signs.

I have two gold teeth, one either side on the bottom, and despite all the Arthur Daley/East End dodgy geezer connotations I really like having them.

So I went to my dentist - who's quite a clever chap - to see if there was an alternative to having it taken out.
There is. Not have it taken out!

So I'm quite happy now.