Just as we thought that we had finished with the dentist for 6 months, Giles came home from school minus his brace.
"Where is it?" I raged.
"I don't know." was the reply.
"Well when did you last see it?"
"Just before I stuffed it down Gary's neck."
I was speechless.
All I could do was phone the dentist and make a booking to start all over again, as quickly as possible. Luckily, he was able to fit us in the following week, which was half term. It was only when I was entering this up in the diary, that I realised that half term was actually the week after next. This was a disaster because the school really frowned on dental appointments during school hours. A grovelling apology was required.
Dear Mr. Wood,
I must apologize most profusely,
For behaving quite obtusely,
I'm well aware of the golden rule,
Make dental appointments, after school.
Lamentably though, the utter profusion,
Of dates to remember, has led to confusion,
Three sons at different schools and hence,
The letters roll in, one knows not whence.
A sports day here, a speech day there.
An open day - but whose ? and where ?
And in the midst of this array,
A domestic arrangement goes astray,
An appointment made with half term in mind
Turned out to be a week behind.
And what with our dentist's great reputation
Securing a booking can cause great frustration.
So surely its worth the aftermath,
Of Mr Wood’s disdain and wrath?
In short, the tardiness of Smart,
Is accountable in equal part,
To: overbite-protrusion / matriarchal confusion.
Maggie Smart
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