Toothache

As regular visitor Ms Kadal madam approaches my face on a miserable day, I eye up her sheepskin boots and grey socktops. I'm hoping they might help to take my menial mind off my toothache, which without the company of her boots and socks would be all-consuming!

When she kindly stops to ask me how I'm doing, I humbly mention my toothache - not wishing to moan, but keen to share my throbbing pain with anyone who'll listen! It turns out that ms Kadal madam is a trained dental nurse, and she mockingly offers to remove my offending tooth for me ('mockingly' because she's not paid to treat slaves or to relieve us of our pain!)

The mere thought of her extracting my tooth with a pair of rusty pliers and without any anaesthetic is enough to make me kiss-respect her sheepskin boots all the more fervently!
















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