I remember clearly when I was about 8 years old having toothache, me Mum and her brother took me to a dentist who lived up Abel Street I think, it was just a terraced house and he had a chair in his front room, there was a window to the right of the chair and a sink in the far left corner, he sat me in the chair and started chatting to me Mum and Uncle Malcolm, all the time his hands were shaking. Uncle Malcolm (he was only about 16 himself) became upset for me and insisted to me Mum that we did'nt stay, luckily me Mum agreed with him, what with his hands shaking so much and the state of the room they were rather put off. I cant remember where I eventually had that tooth out, but I also have some nasty memories of the school dentists clinic, it was enough to put a kid off dentists for life, in the footwell of the chair were previous occupants extracted teeth, I kid you not, it took me a long time to overcome my fears, it was when I was a teenager and had to go for an extraction, I came across the most wonderful dentist ever and he cured me of my fears, and for that I will always be eternally grateful to the lovely man who is now deceased.


Stephanie.