Friday 3rd April 1992 Morning coffee break 12:17
My Dad was in the process of making himself a coffee. Mrs Andrea Jones, our practice manager, came in clutching a large, glossy brochure.
“Look at this, Desmond! It arrived this
morning and I have just finished reading it. It’s another, new government
scheme: ‘Dentistry for Doctors’.”
“DENTISTRY FOR DOCTORS! DENTISTRY FOR DOCTORS!” My Dad picked up his mug and
threw it against the wall as hard as he could. It shattered. Small bits of
china and instant coffee granules flew everywhere. He stormed out of the staff
room, slamming the door behind him.
Dentistry for doctors.