Pat's appointment

I told you about how, in what can only be described as a frenzy of republican fervour, Pat toppled the crowned heads of no fewer than three teeth?

Well she went to the dentist today, a charming man who spake never a word of English, but who sang to himself "un grand abime, un grand abime" as he gazed into the depths. She goes back on Friday for him to do the necessary construction work.

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