Fangs for the memory

The Gorse Fox has a confession to make. He isn't very good at going to the Dentist on a regular basis. In mitigation he would point out that as a kid (who didn't eat sweet things, or drink sugar laden juices) he seemed to have fillings and dental exploration every time he went. as he approached and entered adulthood this seemed to continue. he then left it a while - and despite the hiatus, needed no more work than when he went regularly. So it was that this morning the Gorse Fox had to confess to his new dentist that he had not visited any of his colleagues for more than a decade. He made no judgement, and just said he would take a look. Twenty minutes and a few x-rays later, the Gorse Fox left with a clean bill of health. Whilst not a universally acceptable approach, there is a lot to say for good oral hygiene and leaving your teeth alone.

After the dentist, it was time to dash across to Angmering for the week's walking football. Another thoroughly enjoyable session with 30 minutes of drills and exercises to warm up the old joints and muscles, and then about 30 minutes to play a 4-aside match. The Gorse Fox managed to score a couple of goals in the 5-5 draw, and managed some good saves at the end of the game to keep the scores equal.

Back home, the local furniture store delivered the long awaited suite. This looks lovely - though does demand that we sort out some of the other furniture and seating in the lounge. They were also delivering the spare bed (frame). The Gorse Fox had to reject this, however, as the frame was clearly splitting in a number of places. Let's hope they have another in stock.