Fangs for the memory

 Ellie was with us overnight. She pottered in to our room at 6:35 and asked if she could watch her iPad until it was time to get up. This seemed like a good idea and meant that we could have a few more minutes in bed! Having said that, the Gorse Fox had to get going sharpish this morning. He had an appointment at the dentist.

During the first lockdown, the outside face of one his upper teeth had sheared away. It gave no discomfort, but did require attention. A couple of weeks ago, the inside face of one his lower teeth lost a filling. It was time to get some attention! The dentist poked and prodded before taking some X-rays. Her conclusions was that the Gorse Fox had lost the outside of an upper tooth and the inside of a lower tooth. Hooray for science! She also checked all the other teeth and her assessment was that they were healthy and he should continue whatever his current regimen might be. The seat was dropped backwards, the interrogation light was switched on, and the instruments of torture were exposed. She revved up some of the drills just to make sure the Gorse Fox would be compliant. He settled back and allowed her and her assistant to re-enact the D-Day bombardment in his mouth. Twenty minutes later and several hundred pounds lighter, the Gorse Fox left the Dentist He had two new fillings replacing the old ones and a clean bill of oral health and a suggestion that the next check-up could wait for 12 months instead of the customary 6.

Back home, the Silver Vixen had taken Ellie to school and we both sat down to a coffee before the Ocado delivery arrived. After that we had the usual Sainsbury's top-up before settling down for quiet lunch and afternoon.