National Elf Dentists
Dec. 25th, 2015 02:54 pmJustin Bieber is on telly, it must be Christmas Day afternoon - time to veg out watching Top of the Pops. So to avoid the annoyance of Beiber's fashion disaster clothing and boring bland pop I'm here journalling.
Oh and we've been invaded.

If Paul is a good boy I might let him watch Minions in 3D later.
I got a few charity shirts, Jim Beaver's Family don't end with blood, a GISHWHES Xmas jumper t shirt and a Nathan Fillion I shoot first Firefly shirt - so woo! Here I am modelling for ya. The SPQR book looks interesting. I've already learned that Solon the Greek Philosopher advises that stroking your stomach will help you do a number two. I'm looking forward to listening to my new Coldplay CD, watching Mad Max Fury Road and reading my Herge and Tintin book.

I had an hour in the dentist yesterday, getting my broken tooth ready for its post crown in three weeks time. Because it was Christmas Eve, the receptionists were all wearing antlers, which was to be expected. What I wasn't anticipating was that my 50-something dentist would turn up dressed as an elf - a complete suit including hat with a bell. Somehow, not reassuring. He was also in a very chatty mood, talking about books and films. Apparently he keeps losing kindles but doesn't have the same problem with his iPads (note - plural in both cases, dentists clearly make too much money), and his fave author of all time is Jane Austen. He then told me he was a sensitive soul, he cried all the way through Toy Story. As he was telling me this, he actually welled up just thinking about the tragedy of it all and had to take a quick tissue break to mop up the tears that were streaming down his face!!! Bless his little pixie hat.
So now I have a weird stumpy pseudo filling that has to last for three weeks when I get the crown fitted, which is fine but it tastes horrible! I brushed my teeth several times yesterday and today but I can still taste it, so I’m (carefully) chewing peppermint gum to drown it.
We had Christmas dinner round Paul’s Mum’s and managed to ignore Paul’s Dad for the most part. He tried to tell me that he could no longer hold his knife and fork properly (no doubt down to the crippling arthritis that he doesn’t have) and yet when nobody reacted to this terrible news, the food on his plate somehow disappeared in no time at all. And his hands were still clean, so I reckon, miraculously, he’d cut it up himself.
So now we are waiting for Brave to come on, because Paul hasn’t seen it, and at tea time – Dr Who and River Song! Yay!
Hope nobody is reading this, because you are all having a lovely Christmas Day doing fun things. Hee!
Oh and we've been invaded.

If Paul is a good boy I might let him watch Minions in 3D later.
I got a few charity shirts, Jim Beaver's Family don't end with blood, a GISHWHES Xmas jumper t shirt and a Nathan Fillion I shoot first Firefly shirt - so woo! Here I am modelling for ya. The SPQR book looks interesting. I've already learned that Solon the Greek Philosopher advises that stroking your stomach will help you do a number two. I'm looking forward to listening to my new Coldplay CD, watching Mad Max Fury Road and reading my Herge and Tintin book.

I had an hour in the dentist yesterday, getting my broken tooth ready for its post crown in three weeks time. Because it was Christmas Eve, the receptionists were all wearing antlers, which was to be expected. What I wasn't anticipating was that my 50-something dentist would turn up dressed as an elf - a complete suit including hat with a bell. Somehow, not reassuring. He was also in a very chatty mood, talking about books and films. Apparently he keeps losing kindles but doesn't have the same problem with his iPads (note - plural in both cases, dentists clearly make too much money), and his fave author of all time is Jane Austen. He then told me he was a sensitive soul, he cried all the way through Toy Story. As he was telling me this, he actually welled up just thinking about the tragedy of it all and had to take a quick tissue break to mop up the tears that were streaming down his face!!! Bless his little pixie hat.
So now I have a weird stumpy pseudo filling that has to last for three weeks when I get the crown fitted, which is fine but it tastes horrible! I brushed my teeth several times yesterday and today but I can still taste it, so I’m (carefully) chewing peppermint gum to drown it.
We had Christmas dinner round Paul’s Mum’s and managed to ignore Paul’s Dad for the most part. He tried to tell me that he could no longer hold his knife and fork properly (no doubt down to the crippling arthritis that he doesn’t have) and yet when nobody reacted to this terrible news, the food on his plate somehow disappeared in no time at all. And his hands were still clean, so I reckon, miraculously, he’d cut it up himself.
So now we are waiting for Brave to come on, because Paul hasn’t seen it, and at tea time – Dr Who and River Song! Yay!
Hope nobody is reading this, because you are all having a lovely Christmas Day doing fun things. Hee!
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Date: 2015-12-25 04:19 pm (UTC)And it sounds like you've had a happy holiday, in spite of the dental worK (boooo) and the vagaries of one's in-laws. And lookit all that loot! :)) Have a lovely evening! I'd say avoid Justin Bieber but his rendition of Little Drummer Boy is my favorite Christmas song of all time. IT'S SO FUNNY, I CAN'T.
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Date: 2015-12-25 07:48 pm (UTC)Yup, my dentist is definitely a character, and fortunately, I think he's also good at his day job, because I don't think he'd make a very good full-time elf.
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Date: 2015-12-25 09:48 pm (UTC)I also find that complete lack of attention to the Horrible, Crippling Disease is the best cure. Somehow, the disease just goes away.
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Date: 2015-12-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Paul's Dad is seriously in need of a kick up the arse in my opinion. He's been telling everyone he's dying of any number of illnesses since I first met Paul and nobody calls him on it. The hospital have told him they've run every test known to man and there's nothing wrong with him. He's 84 years old and the only thing he needs is to lose weight, because he sits in his chair all day complaining he's sick.
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Date: 2015-12-25 10:06 pm (UTC)A kick up the arse is the second line of treatment, for when lack of attention doesn't do it. I don't think anyone calling him out on it would get anywhere. Because, really, all he wants is attention. Arguing with him that there's nothing wrong with him is just reason for him to try and prove people wrong. So fuck that. If he's fat and crazy and 84, you might just get lucky and he might do everyone a favor and die for real soon. See if anyone believes him when he's for real about to croak.
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Date: 2015-12-25 10:14 pm (UTC)Ummm *chuckles* I'm not laughing, I am NOT laughing about your FiL *sniggers*
You look like you've had a fabulous day despite weird tasting fillings and a FiL with hypochondria ;)
I am obviously reading this, but that's because we wore my lovely hubby out, lol!! And so he's snoring in front of Sherlock, I'm here checking in with you guys! Have a fab evening bb1
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Date: 2015-12-25 10:30 pm (UTC)FIL isn't a hypochondriac, I think he's just a control freak of the worst order who wants to control Paul's Mum and have her attention on him all the time. She can't leave the house all week because he can't be left alone without deliberately doing something - like falling over, or breaking something in the kitchen. We took her for a morning out the other day and he got some laxatives from somewhere and soiled himself 3 times while she was out, sending Tony (Paul's brother) running round changing and washing his clothes, and the moment Paul's mum walks back into the house, having had a lovely relaxing 3 hours away, he's telling her he's dying and how ill he's been. I just want to slap him.
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Date: 2015-12-25 11:34 pm (UTC)Glad you had a good day. :) *hugs*
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