Government creates non-existent teething problems

We have been preached at by our 'powers that be' about the distinct lack of dental services in our fair land.
Having been born in India to an English Dad and a Finnish Mum, I developed a penchant for all the sweet products available in that country and, obviously, acquired a bunch of rotten teeth.
In those far off days, dentists were thought of as some form of torture experts and I firmly believe mine had a hand cranked drill to perform excavations on my molars.
By the age of seven, I had so much metal in my mouth, I firmly believed that if I fell over, my head would automatically point north.
Some 56 years later, living in Wembley, two of my front teeth, wobbled and then fell out, which to me was like losing two members of my family.
I panicked.
Following the government warning, I feared there were no available NHS dentists in Brent so I rang a midnight programme on Radio Five Live to chat to their dental consultant.
He advised me to visit my local library, who would have a list of all dentists in my area with available space in their surgeries.
Certainly easier than my thought of traipsing the streets around my home, knocking on dentist's doors pleading to get admitted.
With list in hand the next morning, after only one call, I had secured my place a couple of days later for a visit to a very cheerful lass in my own street only one hundred houses away.
Some two weeks after that. I could again talk without whistling and chew my food properly.
My daughter has been complaining at me for weeks since, because I am smiling too much.
So, now you know, if you need a dentist, visit your local library!