Autumn at Willow Bank: Family, Hospitals, and a Hint of Egyptian Sand

The 17th of October found me in the dentist’s chair, enduring a filling for a tiny cavity that, according to the dentist, would “cause trouble down the line.” Personally, I’m sceptical. That cavity and I have coexisted peacefully for years, and even when the dentist jabbed at it with medieval enthusiasm, there wasn’t so much… Continue Reading