What appeared to be a misfortune, a filling coming out of one of my teeth, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The filling would have come out at some point anyway, but because this happened in the UK, I saved a lot of money. For less than the price of a dental cleaning in Boston, I now have a new filling. James Livingstone, the dentist, appeared to be in his early twenties. Unlike in the US, where you never see anyone important until it’s time to drill, he came out to greet me himself, not his assistant. He attentively listened to my wishes and then proceeded to carefully refill a difficult tooth, a possible candidate for a crown.
Before that, P.J and I visited Stirling Castle, the former residence of King James V. This castle is much larger and more impressive than Doune Castle, residence of a mere duke. Stirling Castle has undergone a lot of restoration as of late. Among other things, it has been made wheelchair accessible with gleaming elevators to take you wherever you want. Why didn’t King James think of that? But then again, the King died when he was 30, so the issue likely never came up. All kidding aside, except for those 21st century compromises, the restorations were meticulously done based on architectural drawings from 1503.
Today was another hot one, in the mid seventies (24C). But for tomorrow the local weatherman promises “relief”, when “fresh air from the Atlantic” rolls in along with “much needed rain”.