Well, what a strange week. I know we are in the Year of the Dog, but no one told us about the Week of the Tooth. That is what it has been at Aspen House.
One of our guests, on a 7-night stay, fell victim to toothache on her third morning. After having missed out on her breakfast that morning, but finding a clinic where she could get some emergency treatment, she was looking forward to the rest of her stay. But the tooth refused to get better, and in the end she decided to go home three days early.
Meanwhile, another guest, also here on a 7-night stay with her husband, discovered she had inadvertently cracked a tooth, which then became troublesome. Taking no chances, she decided to go straight to her own dentist. Unfortunately, his practice is in London. So they went home on the fourth night so that she could make her 11 o’clock appointment the next morning. Unlike our first casualty, she decided to come back after seeing her dentist so that they could enjoy the rest of their stay.
It is said that ‘these things come in threes’, whatever that means and whatever ‘these things’ are. As if to prove this point, I also succumbed to toothache. Though not keeping me awake at night, it was sufficiently worrying for me to book myself in at the dentist on Thursday. Unlike our two guests, however, my visit was fruitless. He could find nothing wrong. I wonder whether I was just coming out in sympathy.
The unpredictability of the week didn’t stop there. We also had one guest booked in for four nights who ended up being here just on Wednesday, and another 4-night guest who, after a bit of a family crisis was unable to commit to the whole week and stayed on Thursday night only.
We conclude that this can be an odd business at times. But perhaps unpredictability is the spice of life?