Decay depression

I may have to go and see my dentist again. I have a very sensitive molar that keeps reminding me it is there. It's not a constant issue, but every so often (normally when I drink a hot drink after being in cold air) it hits me with a sharp, jabbing throb that makes me feel quite sick and takes about 15 minutes to settle down. I like my teeth to just sit happily in my mouth and do their job without drawing attention to themselves, thank you, I'm not so keen on them when they keep vying for my attention at inappropriate moments.
I've been trying some expensive sensitive toothpaste that I've been recommended before, but all that seems to do is create a weird slimy film in my mouth that I have to try and ignore while I'm trying to get to sleep. I put dollops of it on the tooth in question when it's playing up, too, but it doesn't seem to cling to the tooth very well, it just ends up dropping into my mouth, and then coating my throat with an unpleasant, burning gunk when I swallow it. So, yeah, I am not best friends with my own gob at the moment.

In other news, one of our maintenance guys onsite thinks the fence around our outside play area is rotting, and should really be replaced before we hit the busy season at Easter. When I asked him what that might entail, he happily revealed that his brother happens to have started running a fencing company, and could do us a good deal if we booked him soon, while things are quieter for him. Being the cynical old bugger that I am, and viewing everyone in the world around me as opportunistic, money-grabbing bastards of the highest order, I smiled a smirky smile and said I would think about it. What I will actually do is get somebody else to have a look. A second opinion is always a sensible option, I feel.

RC 25-2-25