Thirty Five Coffees

When I was seven, I was told, “You must clean your teeth!”

Regularly – told and brushed that is.

Now that I’m older, much older, I enjoy cleaning my teeth. I feel completely dressed, ready to face the day.

Yesterday, a visit to my dentist. One of those regular checks. You never know, the Apocolypse could be tomorrow. Must have clean teeth.

While there (always a pleasant ‘mouth open’ chat, families, trips away, etc). While there, he cleaned my teeth. Sure, with a buzzy brush and a classy toothpaste.

To the cost of thirty five coffees.

I came home. My teeth so far have been cleaned twice today.