The Venice of the West

For some reason, I’ve not had much to say blogwise recently. Blogging does come and go.

Anyway, its Tuesday today so it was back to stare into the eyes of Stylianos once again for root canal treatment. Indeed today had the excitement of teaching him some new vocabulary – to grind one’s teeth. I hope that is more useful to him than “…. er…. make like this,…” complete with hand and finger movements which is what he was using to describe teef-grinding. Forgive me, dear reader, for not enquiring what the Greek for this phrase is. I was a little distracted at the time.

Hopefully this will be the last of the Tuesday root canal treatments. Today’s theological reflection while lying back and gazing into Greek peepers was to wonder whether my teeth disprove evolution? How can evolution have resulted in anyone having such terrible teeth? How come with all these canals in my chops I’ve not had enquiries from trainee gondoliers looking for experience? And why above all other questions did any God make my mouth to be the Venice of the West?