Late

We got there in the end. Junior worked 10 hours on Sunday, and a more normal day yesterday, but not today. He came round to see me in the afternoon with some beer and foodie things to spoil me. 

His workplace is struggling to recruit and retain in the wake of Brexit, so he ends up working more hours than he would like, and wastes too much of it on attempting to recruit. They are having to use some agency staff and that adds to costs as well.

We had a good gossip, as usual. I had one of the beers (Czech Budvar) which lubricated one half of the gossip.

I was at the dentist in the morning - not my usual one, but a hospital specialist so that she could assess my new wisdom tooth. My normal dentist knew it would be a specialist job.

It has to be removed, but turns out it is too specialist a procedure for the specialist, and she has referred me to a specialist surgeon. It is likely to mean a general anaesthetic.