Just called my dentist to rebook the appointment I had to cancel when I sprained my ankle. You may remember that last summer I was extremely nervous of going to the dentist, but eventually found someone fabulous. The receptionist this afternoon recognised me immediately, had a chat, how's your ankle? When I try and rebook my checkup, she mysteriously goes into another room to pick up the phone.
"Mr X has a claim of professional misconduct against him, which he's obviously vigourously denying, but he has voluntarily decided to stop working, so I'm afraid I can't book any appointments with him."
No, she can't tell me what kind of misconduct. I am baffled: he was fab, it seemed.
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