Managed to bite down so hard on my bite guard on Saturday night that I broke a piece off it! Which then entailed another visit to the dentist.
The original one was made by the Max-Fac dept at the hospital; but having phoned them they said to contact my own dentist.
|I have no idea what flavour the crisps were...other than disgusting!|
It was so much more fun going with Mr B.
Lunch at the Park Café.
He had plum tomato and basil soup...in a warm French bread roll and I had a Coronation chicken sarnie. Yummy!
Mr B photographed this little beauty.
She was buzzing around the pond where we see the 2 cats.
Only one this time...Marmite went into a rescue place as she was pregnant; after 24 hours labour she had 6 kittens, which sadly all died.
(Yes, I cried!).
'Cat' as he seems to be called, (who's not the father, as he's been 'done'), was rehomed to a house a couple of roads away; then escaped and made his way back to the park!! But there is someone lined up to take him when the office closes in September, who comes in at 7am every morning to feed him a sachet, just to build up some rapport, so hopefully that'll work out fine. And I am so pleased to report that his mange has practically cleared up and his legs are much better too. Didn't get a photo yesterday, as he got all comfy on my lap and then he shot off when he heard the office door being unlocked, which equalled FOOD!
|'Cat' on the left, Marmite on my lap|
|I do love a dental visit|
And we get the chance to go back again next week to collect my new guard.