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brain for a robot. Another wet day of playing indoors, although there was a break and time for an agreeable 6k jog. 

My personal risk assessment includes paying more attention to pessimistic medics than any member of HMG. I  danced around the dentists' surgery, touching nothing, masked up, sanitising on the way in and again on the way out. Calm staff in comprehensive PPE: my temperature taken and symptom questions answered before being allowed to move from the car park to the building. Reassuringly thorough.
And best of all, no immediate need to remove the tooth in question until the next time it starts complaining.
Off to Waitrose after that to build up stocks of palliative Malbec, and Sauvignon for my carer, Mrs E.