Half a Result.
I went to visit Mom in the rehabilitation hospital this Sunday to find her in good health, though a little down. "Hiya, how are you?" Before she could reply, my wife came back with - "Where are your teeth!" "In this pot here that they gave me. They're ever so nice here, especially the little nurse who...." "No, listen, why haven't you got them in?" "I have, I never take them out" "No, that's your top set" "Yes, that's right. I got them from Dr Shaw down the Tettenhall Road..." "...in 1950, yes, I know" I went to see the Ward Sister. (I've left out the guilt-trip conversation she had with me about living 200 miles away for the sake of brevity.) "She broke them Friday afternoon so we've emailed the NHS Dentist to see when they can come out and take a look. She's a little down because of it." "I'll see if I can contact the dentist I spoke to last time, they seemed
