Hello and hi. I thought I might reblog this post because…dentists and periodontists are people too. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to lie down in a darkened room as I fan myself with an ostrich fan and feed myself seedless grapes. Yup.
Dentists in the UK. I have known a few. Yes, yes, I have. Never mind what the international man of mystery, Austin Powers looks like…this is a gross characterisation that alludes to the fact- or rather, assumes that British people have bad teeth. They have wonderful teeth.
I was lucky enough to have a healthy relationship with my dentist back home in the US whom I saw every 6 months. I always left with a toy and a new toothbrush so I was a pretty happy camper. My Mother played her part giving me and my brother sugar-free candy growing up (she insisted she loved us). Now I am an adult grown woman living in the UK (woot woot!) and I try not to eat too much Cadbury’s chocolate or Lindt chocolate balls or Quality Street chocolate or Mars bars or Bounty Bars (chocolate covered coconut yummy goodness) but I do. Every week. In fact I…
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