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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]OUCH !!!! You are bringing back some dreadful memories for me. My dentist was Mr Ward whose surgery was on Market Street. He was well known in Heanor and his nickname was "the butcher" !!! He was quite a small man, very broad and bolding hairline. I remember sitting in the waiting room, hearing his surgery door open and hearing the thud of his feet coming down the stairs to collect you and sit you in the "chair". The smell of the surgery and the look of that awful drill made me shudder. He wasn't very organised or have a receptionist and you would be made to sit for ages in the "chair" whilst he thumbed through piles and piles of bright yellow cards until he found the one with your name on. He seemed to take ages examining your teeth, and if he found you needed a filling there was never an offer of some pain relief. Clenched hands, the sounds of the drill, oh, Mr Ward I didn't like you. [/quote]
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annancliffe

The PLEASURE of visiting a 1940s Dentist
replied on: 6/3/2005 10:18:32 AM

OUCH !!!!

You are bringing back some dreadful memories for me.

My dentist was Mr Ward whose surgery was on Market Street. He was well known in Heanor and his nickname was "the butcher" !!! He was quite a small man, very broad and bolding hairline. I remember sitting in the waiting room, hearing his surgery door open and hearing the thud of his feet coming down the stairs to collect you and sit you in the "chair". The smell of the surgery and the look of that awful drill made me shudder.

He wasn't very organised or have a receptionist and you would be made to sit for ages in the "chair" whilst he thumbed through piles and piles of bright yellow cards until he found the one with your name on.

He seemed to take ages examining your teeth, and if he found you needed a filling there was never an offer of some pain relief.

Clenched hands, the sounds of the drill, oh, Mr Ward I didn't like you.

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