Day 222 - Two Thirty

It is a classic Christmas cracker joke: "what is the best time to go to the dentist?". Answer: "Two thirty". Well, when I called the dental surgery up this morning at the crack of dawn, I was given this as my emergency appointment - seemingly with a straight face. Last night, I had taken a bite on a piece of nut in some ice cream and ended up cracking a tooth.

I shall spare you the details, but the long face the dentist pulled when she looked inside my mouth this afternoon told me all I needed to know. Not good. What was also not good was the length of time that the whole procedure took. I have returned home, bruised and sore and feeling sorry for myself.

All of which is a shame as it was another lovely day today (we are having a great patch of weather in late September). I did though go to the Club for a lunch meeting with the new General Manager, Matthew. We had an excellent discussion over a bowl of onion soup and covered not only the uses to which Intelligent Golf has been put, but also a number of the areas where there is still work to do. I look forward to working together with him for the 123 days left of my term.

After my dental visit, I did pop back to the Club again to say (not terribly intelligibly as half my face was frozen...) goodbye and thanks to our Receptionist, Joan, who is retiring from Burhill. Joan has been a great help to many members and their guests and I was delighted to be able to give her a magnum of Champagne on behalf of the Members : may she enjoy the next phase of her life as much as I am!