I noticed that Mr Oldman and I have finally decided to let  stylistic bygones be bygones, so now let it be know that we have  much in common…… and  the  frames have it! He is the only person I have seen sporting my posh and becks, and I  am pleased. I have for a  long time had him in my little book of stand-ins, just in case Mr P. did get run over by a bus ( please don’t).  I am not sure if us strolling hand in hand,  wearing the same glasses would go down well on the red carpet etc. Ah well. We shall cross that bridge when we get to it. Also I am not sure if it is wise to hook up with someone with the same first name initial,  as you would be always opening their mail by mistake. Mr Oldman is married to a song-writer and I am married to an actor (well Mr P. used to be), so something else in common.  Right now I can only approve of Mr Oldman’s choice of frames, and  leave it at that. Good luck with the Oscar nomination.

Back to reality poor lovely Mr P. has had the root taken out of one of his back teeth. It will take 3 months to heal before anything else can be done to it, so soon he is going to be all moody and hollowed out on one side of his face. ha ha. Aaaaaah!

I wrote him a little blues song about  me working all day long to buy my baby some teeth. It has gone now.

But the song of the day has to be (sorry)

SONG OF THE DAY – Going back to my Roots – Odyssey

I phoned Mr P. when I was away at the weekend, and his excitement at getting a new NHS dentist had been turned into something I can only call down-right depression. The  charming dentist  told him that  both the bridges in his lower  mouth were going to have to come out as the teeth underneath were un-saveable and he would have to have…..

( I am whispering this as Mr P. is still feeling a bit sensitive) a back denture on both sides, plus expensive root canal work. Mr P. did not quite realise how much it would upset him, but it did. Thank the Lord I bullied him into getting a second opinon. All is ok…. the teeth can be saved. Hurrah! If you ask me nicely, and live locally I will name and shame, but only with a quiet whisper in your shell-like.

Did you know in about 20 years from now  we might be growing new teeth with the aid of new technology and no-one will ever need to wear wood, metal, pottery, mercury or rubber in their mouths again. Also many people are popping over to places like Bulgaria to get cheaper screw in teeth and the like, so if yours have already been removed, there is still hope of replacement.

Enough on teeth!

We celebrated the good news with a vegetarian lunch in the famous Drummond Street Ravi Shankar ( from the menu, not the buffet). The lunch was lovely and oh my…how nice have the staff become. I remember years ago, they were very grumpy, now they are all smiles and hearts -and it looks like they have given the place a lick of paint too. They have a different veggie ‘lunch of the day’  each day of the week – Wunch was  an delcious veg biryani, with baby aubergines in it, which Mr. P had, and I had my favourite, Masala Dosa ( a big rice pancake filled with spicy potato, served with a coconut  and little veg stewy daal side dish). Popped into the amazing spice shop next door and took bags of corriander and cumin seeds and big lumps of cinnamon bark. Hurrah for second opinons……!