I have a dodgy dental crown – it last made a bit for freedom 3 weeks ago and my dentist wasn’t that optimistic about it staying put for the whole of my trip after she cemented it back in as best she could (mutterings of you need a denture or a bridge!)

Well last night, while tucking into a delicious salad, sat on my lovely terrace, out it popped again.  I wasn’t best pleased.

I checked my travel insurance and they don’t pay for repair crowns and the like – unless it is to remedy pain – and I don’t think the idea of resisting smiling for 6 more weeks is the kind of pain they are talking about.

This afternoon Margit was kind enough to arrange an appointment for me to see the dentist she goes to.  He was terrific and seemed very thorough.  I’m crossing fingers that his work will keep me smiling for a good while yet.