MEETING AT OUR "DENTAL SALON"
"So which one of you has the appointment?" As usual, the staff looks a bit puzzled to see us cosily making ourselves at home in the waiting room. Let me explain. My very dear writing partner and I share many things, including our dentist. She lives closer to his office where I spend much of my life (see "Taking My New Front Teeth For a Swim" https://franceoritaly.blogspot.com/2013/07/taking-my-new-front-teeth-for-swim.html) than to my isolated house that is reachable only via unspeakable roads. So we often choose to meet at the office when I come for my dental appointments. That our wonderful-and-well-worth-the-wait dentist always runs very late doesn't hurt our plans to have our own little visit. Although I have written on the subject before, in July 2013, ( ON THE COMFORT OF HAVING A WRITING PARTNER ), I don't think I really explained very well what it has meant to me to have, at long last, a writing part...