It was soon time to move on to our next house-sit and I was a tad worried about the big cavity in one of my back molars, the one that has long since lost the temporary filling my dentist at home had put in (at no cost – but then it wasn’t worth much because it didn’t last the course and I was somewhat “up a gum tree” or without a paddle!). Ever since the filling had come out I had been looking for “DentaFix” (the elusive and perhaps apocryphal temporary filling material supposedly available in Australian chemists and pharmacies) to no avail; then Chris arrived with a little pot of something similar for the same purpose… Sadly, Chris’s inferior product from England lasted but a day or so on each attempt to fill up my cavity (not unlike the Scottish dentist Phillip McCavity) and the pot was empty after four tries, though it has to said that it was only a small tub, not a regular bucket, and had a diameter of about a centimetre!

Fearing toothache or an abscess (probable according to my dentist), I decided to take the plunge and visit an expensive Australian dentist; our friend Roland with whom we were staying advised that there was a “Gentle Dentist” just a couple of miles down the road. The kind receptionist at the “Gentle Dentist” was most understanding. Having an English boyfriend herself, and knowing that he would not shell out on Australian dentistry, the young lady well understood my reluctance to readily agree to book up for a slot with the soft dentist, which would have meant an immediate fee of $50 plus whatever the new temporary filling would cost – possibly another $95. And I would have had to wait until next Tuesday, and I wasn’t even going to be in the area at that time. I left the tender receptionist at the wimpy dentist establishment and my eyes scanned the car park for Chris who had been waiting patiently for fifteen minutes.

“Darling,” he called waving an arm to grab my attention.

He hadn’t been all that patient actually. While I was pouring out my heart to the compassionate receptionist my husband had gone on a mission in the small shopping complex.

“How much was it?” he asked urgently.

“About $145 for a temporary filling – I didn’t even bother to ask the price of a proper filling,” I added.

“Did you book? I was so worried you’d book or, worse still, you were so long that I thought you were having it done now,” Chris looked for confirmation.

“No,” I said, “it takes a good while to discuss delicate matters with kind receptionists. Besides, they couldn’t see me until Tuesday and I explained that I would like to hunt for a cheaper dentist, but hopefully not a rough dentist.”

“Phew! That’s good,” said Chris proudly holding aloft a tube of…. DentaFix!

“No!”

“Yes,” laughed Chris, “the pharmacist told me they had just come in – $13.99!”

Two days on and my self administered temporary DentaFix filling is still whole and in place, and the prospect of the last few weeks of my stay in my homeland is rosy – or more aptly, sunny. We’re house-sitting again at Seventeen Mile Rocks, a suburb of Brisbane not too far from the Botanical Gardens, and it’s very hot. It’s so hot that I’m writing with one strong fan behind me and another in front, so I’m sandwiched between lovely cool air. The only trouble is that I’ve become used to the cool air and now I can’t move. Luckily, I don’t have to do a thing now – all the housework was done this morning, which reminds me of a funny incident…

At the time I was busy cleaning – my hand in a bucket of water – when a handsome strawberry blond snuck into the room.

“What are you doing in here? Can’t you see that you shouldn’t be in here at the moment?” I asked.

“I only came in to use the convenience,” he answered with a withering look, “I didn’t know there were any birds in here, honestly!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to go outside for your business, if that’s not too inconvenient for you,” I softened my tone because he was so handsome and appealing.

Gorgeous Sterling went out with his tail between his legs and I shut the door firmly while I finished cleaning the lorikeets’ cages. Mr and Mrs Gregory Peck (as I call them) jumped about freely with glee and I let them hop onto my back and peck at the fake flowers in my hair slides. Gregory licked the sweat off the arm he fancied and now we’re bonded – he was very gentle and soft, like the dentist I didn’t see and won’t be seeing (if the DentaFix holds out!).