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Jump jet

My dental hygenist introduced me to her new toy last week. ‘Are you alright with the water jet?’ she asked. ‘Try me,’ I said. ‘See how many times I jump.’ Though I said introduced, I have come across these things before and I remember not liking them very much. That was some time ago, and this time I managed to convince myself that last time a) it was a different hygenist in a different surgery, b) it was probably an older machine, and c) I was probably feeling particularly wimpish on that day. Five minutes later (I actually handled a whole five minutes of the thing), she had pulled me off the ceiling and reverted to the more traditional teeth-scraping techniques which, after the jet, felt remarkably gentle and painless.

I have it on good authority that the water pressure at the tip of these plaque killers is over 6 bar (90 psi). This is around three times the pressure in a car tyre and more than the working pressure of Jennie’s boiler. I know that, because I was trainee fireman at Amerton for a few hours the other week.


Note the size of the tin of Brasso. Now I remember why my arms hurt.

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Noah


I won’t get into discussions as to whether or not the Ark story (Noah’s, not Raiders of the Lost…) is true, but this wooden set is the bee’s knees (and bees DO have knees, as the highly magnified picture here clearly shows). Pricey, yes. But if you haven’t yet bought a pressie for the child you love most (and if you really can afford it), then surely it must be worth it.

You have 18 minutes to get to Whitmuir Organics before they close for Christmas. If you own a jump-jet then you might just do it. If not, then birthdays…? A belated Christmas present, perhaps?

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