Not a good time for the teeth to start talking.

But what’s a body to do?

If they start chattering away, then they must be listened to.

And last week, pre lockdown, one of my teeth in particular started to give me that ‘extra sensitivity’ talk.

And so it was out with the blower and down on my knees to say a few prayers that the Dental Clinic would be open.

Prayers and the phone were both answered and before I had time to say ‘the Santa Helena Carmenere is a most acceptable replacement for the Santa Helena Merlot’, I was on my back, head up and mouth wide open as The Good Lady Dentist and Her Trusted Assistant got to work.

Two fillings were the call and in no time at all My Good Self was restored to the perfect human specimen that I once had been.

The magic rectangular piece of plastic did the needful and I duly ventured forth back into the outside world with a spring in my step.

Phew.