Biked over to Yarm for a noon appointment with my dentist, Miss Libby Allen, from Hollywood in Northern Ireland. (Thus I can claim to employ the services of a "Hollywood Dentist"). Yarm is a delight with a Georgian High Street with it's tiny clock-towered town hall. Built in 1710 by Thomas Belasyse, the then town mayor it provides a pleasing focal point among the cobbles and the red pantiles of the shops. Only a few miles from my home in Ingleby Barwick I am always surprised that I come here so infrequently, compared to Stockton and Middlesbrough, well you can't really. Yarm was part of the old North Yorkshire, and it feels more Yorkshire than Cleveland. It's great claim to fame is that the original pioneers of the world's first railway, The Darlington to Stockton Railway Company, met in the George and Dragon hotel in 1821 and subsequently got the necessary bill through parliament. While here I noticed a new sign proclaiming the route of a railway heritage trail, must come back soon and check it out.
Dentistry, dentistry, I'm 63 and have managed despite very poor dental care in my early childhood years in Scotland (no-one bothered about teeth, it was almost routine that by your mid-forties any remaining teeth would be extracted, and false ones fitted), I still have 30 of my 32 natural teeth. Alas one of my molars has become so broken, and now loose that it will by the end of the week become my third extracted tooth and I'll be down to 29. I'm just falling to bits.
Pleased though that I have a "Hollywood Dentist" on the NHS, even so the extraction will cost £45.60 which in addition to my recent bi-annual check-up fee, brings my dental expenditures to over £60, boo.
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