“I have lived in Valley Fields all my life, and would not live anywhere else if you offered me a million pounds.”
“I was born in Valley Fields, Mr Shotter, and I love the place, and I am not ashamed to say so.”
“‘Breathes there a man with soul so dead,'” inquired Mr Cornelius. “‘Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d as home his footsteps he hath turn’d from wandering on a foreign strand?'”
“Ah!” said Sam. “That’s what we’d all like to know, wouldn’t we?”
The last time I went to the dentist, I heard those three magic words: just a clean.
But it was not always this way. On the contrary, I was once told I needed no fewer than six fillings. And practically the first time I visited a dentist without needing fillings, it was time for… a root canal.
I credit P.G. Wodehouse with the change in my fortunes. (And flossing. Always floss.)