so they would not use the NHS etc?

So a two year policy until they are entitled to UK services?
Pinhead - I have registered at my GP without a NI number..

I know of many of people who have who were not entitled.. The NHS does not check.
David K - .they would have to pay for the cover themselves i.e. be financially responsible

I am going on holiday for 1 week soon to Malta and want some cheap but decent cover..just in case..

Any recommendations?

Thanks

serious question i expect serious answers please
x
Annie - thanks love, yeah i know but i’m going in full aware of the risks i want to leave something to support my Dad and brother x
good luck to you too train mate!!

Website links would be great
…as this is a homework question

I am on the waiting list to have two lower impacted wisdom teeth removed. I rang today and they said im looking at waiting 16 weeks to see a consultant. I was put on the waiting list back in August.
(my dentist recommended having general ana because of the position of my teeth so I am on the hospital waiting list)

but my right lower jaw is constantly aching because the impacted tooth is pushing all my teeth on that side forward (and my once perfectly brace-straight bottom teeth are wonky and being pushed out so they are aching at the front too!

so how much is it (£) to have wisdom teeth removed privately in the UK?
did you ask your dentist to recommend you or did you have to find a private hospital yourself?
how does this all work? im confused about how i should go about it?
how long was it between booking the app and having them removed

thanks

Do you get a better,more efficent service?

I went to a fancy eatery for a nosh up as one does when one’s good Lady is hanging on to one’s arm, after a goodly night of dance and song.
We sat, nice enough waiter chap tended to our choices, we had the house white, a pork terrine starter, gorgeously slow roasted and baked lamb leg with a redcurrant jus/gravy with a medley of buttered veggies, plus a shared chocolate tart and slowly finished off with a board of cheeses and pickles. . . this, naturally filled us up and had us warmly and blissfully nursing some delish ports by the restaurant’s fire.

A good enough night I thought as I sucked on the mints after paying the bill, not forgetting to slip a fiver in the polite waiter’s pocket, when. . . an uproarious halloo filled the cosy setting as this sweaty, ruddy-faced plonker appeared drying his mitts on a tea cloth and smiling with a bashfulness that suggested he had just invented a cure for cancer. Garbed in this stupid "I’m such an individual" chequered chef-pants, with a spazzy spotted bandana wrapped around his sweaty chav-like bonce.
"It’s what I do. . . what can I say?" He said as the room filled up with applause.
""Erm." I interrupted holding up my hand. He turned looking at me.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Look, I came here to have a quiet meal and a chill with my wife, why do you have to come out and disrupt it?"
"You didn’t like my cooking eh?" He said.
"On the contrary, it was fantastic, and you should be pleased with that. . . but, a fellow did a wonderful job with my new Insurance plan, doesn’t mean I want to stand up and applaud the gormless, office dork idiot does it?" He faired puffed up.
"Well. . " he retorted.
"Look, you cook the food, we eat it. Savvy? If we like it, we shall buy it, which means you get to run a business. . . now pish off and be a good cook and stay in the kitchen. Unless you are about to proclaim yourself as the second coming, or you have the blueprints to life itself, feck off back to yer kitchen and stop boring the shite out of us."
Well. . . , does anyone share my thoughts with this?