I was up at Guy’s hospital yesterday. My last visit to the local dentist didn’t go well, basically: she thought she saw a hole, but I couldn’t stop moving my head, so she sent me up to the specialist dental unit at guy’s to discuss ‘sedation’. The meeting went well, and I left feeling a lot more comfortable with the idea than I did before. As I was leaving, the point came when we had to discuss when I’ll be going up there for the treatment. The lady at the reception desk read out a list of possible times for me to choose, one of which was half past two. When she said that, I chuckled and said ”two-thirty! Yes, then!” The receptionist looked slightly confused, though, clearly not understanding what I found so amusing.

”Get it?” I asked. She shook her head. ”Two thirty, tooth hurty?” I elaborated on my Ipad. She still didn’t get it. I tried again to explain the joke, but again she didn’t see it. I think it may have lost something because I was using a communication aid; either that or she had no sense of humour. I went away feeling tickled, however, knowing I had been able to reference one of the great comedic puns in real life, even if it had fallen slightly flat.

Now though, I must pop to the shops. We just realised we need four candles.