This morning I decided to celebrate my replacement dentures, which are so comfortable that I can easily forget I am wearing them. I have been walking much more recently, and so it was that I arrived at Wetherspoons in the High Street at about ten past eight, just ten minutes after opening time. I deliberately avoid walking between 8.15 and 8.45, when the local school is preparing for the day's...
Today marked the second stage of my denture replacement programme, and for the first time in a while I am the proud possessor of a complete set of upper and lower dentures. I am now officially classified as edentulous, which sounds rather like a rare medical condition but simply means that I have no natural teeth left. It is not a distinction I particularly aspired to, but there we are....
She Still Knows Who I Am I was inspired to write this diary entry after a telephone conversation with a very old friend, now 87 years of age. I began in my usual fashion by announcing that I had made a note in my diary to ring him up, annoy him and generally try to wind him up, although I have never been particularly successful in this endeavour. He took it in good part, as always, but the...
This morning I visited my dentist for what might reasonably be described as the full works: the repair of both my upper and lower dentures. My dentist, David Morley, whom I have known and greatly respected since I first became his patient in 2016, has looked after me through a considerable amount of dental activity over the years. Out of curiosity, I asked the receptionist how many appointments...
This is a Rumble video from a group called Muckraker.com It has a level of authenticity that other accounts do not have, at least for me. Replacing Europe: Following The World's Deadliest Migration Route - FULL DOCUMENTARY Why I have decided to concentrate on the things I can change For the past three or four years, I have become increasingly concerned about the direction in which this country...
I was brought up knowing nothing other than life as the son of a Church of England vicar. This was London in the 1950s and 1960s, when my father was vicar of St Andrew's Church in Guildersfield Road, Streatham. From about the age of ten, I was expected to sing in the choir and attend the Sunday services, of which there were no fewer than four: 8 a.m. said Communion, 9.30 a.m. Choral Communion,...
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