Bob Condrey
As a very young boy, back in the fifties, I was delivered to the dentist by my mother, strapped into a chair, a black rubber mask forced onto my face, then kicking and screaming, I passed out to wake some minutes later missing one tooth. My, how times have changed. My fear of dentists clearly stems from that experience. The first dentist that I ever felt comfortable with, was Dr. Carl Roberts who I've known since 1996 - his, then, hygenist was a wonderful lady called Hillary. Between them, they restored my confidence not just in dentistry but in human kindness and care too. Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting my new hygenist, Charlotte for the first time - she was exceptional in her attitude, her kindness, and her knowledge, and not once did I feel any discomfort as she went through the procedures. To repeat something I read that 'Monty' had written earleier, I left with complete faith in Charlotte (and her assistant, whose name, sadly, I didn't catch - sorry), and I am very content to remain a member of this practice.