Now, my dentist is Latvian and, while she is a very pleasant, albeit quiet young woman, there is no communication between us and I miss the chit chat.
"The older I get, the more of a baby I am with injections," I joked today, after squirming under the enormous needle which had just been stuck in my gum.
She smiled and said nothing. I guess her english is not up to chit chat standard and certainly not up to my sense of humour, but thinking back to my friendly dentist, he probably wasn't any more competent than this one - I would say both are good - but a few moments conversation at the start of my visits to him must have taken my mind off the possible pain in store for me and so acted as a relaxant and a diversion.
I know that, with the dearth of NHS dentists these days, I am lucky to have one, whatever her conversational skills and silence during the treatment is certainly easier to deal with than someone who asks you where you are going for your holidays and then expects you to answer while he is excavating your mouth and my old dentist has probably retired by now anyway.