En el dentista.

The only thing of note today was going to the dentist. I broke a back upper molar just before going to the UK, which was annoying but not painful. It was mostly circa 1960s amalgam filling anyway, so had lasted pretty well. The nice dentist here gave me lots of injections around the site after numbing with what he called a nice-tasting gel - it also numbed my throat as it ran down, so I was afraid of choking to death for the 20 minutes under the drill, but apart from that was painless and successful - he built up a whole tooth from a mere half shell, when I expected to have to lose it.
I do like the Spanish dental surgery I go to.