Today the sky fell in. Or rather, my front teeth fell out.
I am walking up Lavender Hill carrying two bags of shopping, when I trip on the uneven pavement and fall heavily, “a real pearler” as my Ma would say. My face mask is full of blood, my teeth are on the pavement, and I am sitting there sobbing. This is all just too much. Two lovely people help me and I stagger home. Gwil and Al come round to comfort me and calm me down and I phone the dentist who gives me an appointment in a couple of days. I decide to pay whatever it takes to get my smile back – soon!
Maybe things aren’t so bad after all. These days everyone has to wear a face mask and who is to know that behind mine ( “limited edition” Peter Blake designer face mask from T K Maxx) is a toothless old crone?
I am still rather distracted when Janis calls in for a cup of tea. What a blessing to sit down for an hour or so with someone calm and reassuring – just what I need. Thank you so much, Janis. Everything will be alright.
The WG’s top tip: In extremis, “Fred and Ginger” therapy always works. Nobody can stay miserable with Fred Astaire.
“Nothing’s impossible I have found.
So when your chin is on the ground
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
And start all over again”