I have a fabulous dentist.
He has studied in the US, offers all sorts of care (on and off National Health), has a way with injections that you don't even feel them and offers laughing gas via a nose mask for those who still can't hack it. Oh and he has a ponytail which is by-the-buy but in the straight-laced countryside of this pretty straight-laced country I think that's pretty cool.
So, anyway, I went to the dentist.
I left the house 15 minutes early as a) I like to be early and b) it was pretty snowy out.
The roads were shocking- powder on ice- and I ended up slip-sliding around and driving at about 20km an hour with the wipers on full and leaving masses of space in front of me and watching the cars infront of me slip to know when to be prepared to slip myself etc etc. It was quite the ordeal and I arrived at the dentist with my stomach in knots and all ruffled. (and remember this is the dentist I like and look forward to going to!)
After all that I ended up being three minutes late.
I apologised at the desk and said the roads had been terrible and worse than I expected.
The receptionist looked surprised and we both looked out the window:
Hmmmm, I can see why she looked a little surprised... only rain out there....
I shrugged and said I live in the mountains and sat down.
Then another patient arrived and apologised that she was late but that the snow had been terrible and the drive arduous.
We then all looked out the window and laughed and the other woman and I had a good old natter about mountain weather and mountain roads while we waited to be called.
And I finished at the dentist and drove home and wanted to send the dentist's receptionist a photo.
of my front yard....
Or maybe this one of the road outside my house:
Or this one that shows how much snow fell overnight:
Just so I didn't look so tardy.
It really is crazy how different the snow accumulation/ weather is in just 25 minutes drive.