There comes a stage in your life, or perhaps many such stages, when you find the tensions and noise getting to you. You yearn for peace.
We are moving house. The house we have chosen is spotless and beautifully kept. The kids are all excited by their new rooms. I would be excited too, if I had never seen the rooms they live in.
I could feel my voice quivering with apprehension as I begged my hairdresser for a slot that very evening. I had a dinner to attend, and my hair were refusing to behave.
Before the advent of massage chairs and Feng Shui in dental offices, before the state of the art technology of no-needle anaesthesia and cold plasma jets to kill bacteria, and well before dentists discovered their soft side, a dentist’s trip was what nightmares were made of.
I felt like a criminal tiptoeing my way to the front door, desperate to make a speedy getaway.