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A week in my dental life - And other
missed opportunities.
I was arriving at the bottom of my bottle of truth and, as I
thought, my wits end when ………I heard a scary story about spiked
drinks and date rape, which made me re-consider my quite
favourable situation.
Now pay attention. Rape is a heinous crime in any language, and
this was a guy that was raped. Are you scared enough yet? I
know I am. What kind of people do this?? Evidently the victim
had a tiff with his girlfriend and she had gone back to their
holiday accommodation. The boyfriend didn’t return until 5 in
the morning wearing only his t-shirt, and a frightened
expression. He couldn’t remember a thing.
My biggest crime is I have been known to snap the occasional
picture, which I accept can be intrusive, sure I was only
trying to capture an image of your soul Natalie, not steal it,
but …taking someone else’s belongings? I don’t think so.
Which leads me into the story of the couple on holiday from the
UK. They were spending a day at the lagoons, here in Cotillo,
and had gone swimming together, leaving their belongings in a
bunker, as you do. On their brine-covered return, the bunker
was empty. Had they returned to the wrong one?? Easy mistake,
but no, it was the same pile of rocks they had left only
moments before. Even the gent’s specs had been taken, what
would you want with someone else’s glasses?
And so to the dentistry. I have over the years been a season
ticket holder at various dental establishments across Europe,
sometimes I think I should just have got the bloody things out,
but no, I listened the amalgam-coated advice of the
practitioner. More recently a swing up market has seen gold
capping employed. Well one such addition to my smile came out
the other day, fortunately I didn’t swallow it. A trip to a
Corralejo based chap and 40 euros later it was glued back
in…only to come away again 4 days later. I go back on Wednesday
for my next consultation, wonder what he will say?
And finally - my stupidity award. Some friends in the village
have a bar. To cut a long story short, I had a little errand to
run for them, which I duly fulfilled and left them a note in
what I thought was their letterbox, to confirm what had taken
place.
I saw two of them the other night, and they looked genuinely
mystified when I mentioned the letter. Now as we all know in
these parts, quite a lot can be lost in the translation, and
when Frederico explained that box was for Correos, I agreed,
that’s where I had put the letter. It must have been ten
minutes negotiating the language minefield, before the penny
(or euro) dropped. that it was indeed a letter box but one
where you would post letters, not their personal one. So it’s
off to the post office tomorrow in an attempt to retrieve the
correspondence, in what promises to be another challenge. Watch
this space!
Have fun, but hey, let’s go carefully out there.
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer, see more of his
pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com
If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just
call him on 662 529580
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