Actually the chocolate was free, a Christmas present from my niece that I've only just got round to eating. So, yesterday afternoon, with a cup of tea, I thought a bit of chocolate would be nice. So I unwrapped it (it's dark hard stuff in the shape of a reindeer) and took a bite. There was a crunchy kind of noise as a massive filling came out of one of my lower right teeth.
'Ah', I thought, and phoned the dentist. The nice lady asked me if it hurt, and when I said no gave me an appointment for next Monday (having established that I was two years overdue for a check-up).
When I woke up this morning, though, I found that the meagre remains of the tooth were wobbling around all over the place whenever I touched it with my tongue or my upper teeth. I can't be doing with that for four days, I thought, and called the dentist again. I told a few lies about it hurting (it didn't really) and got a slot for two o'clock today, which I've just come back from. I'll spare you the details, except to say those injections don't seem to work as well as they used to. But I have a set of 'post-operative instructions', one of which is 'No alcohol for 24 hours', bah! Among the instructions not given are how to eat, how to clean your teeth and anything about painkillers or not poking your tongue in the hole. But I'll improvise my way through all that. Soup sounds like a good idea.
The cost of that bit of delicious chocolate, then, was £47 for the dentist's five minutes of admittedly fairly strenuous work. And he kept the tooth.