An early start and a drive to Cambridge, now visited only to see the dentist or, as was the case today, the hygienist. Twenty minutes of poking a probe into my gums and scrubbing away the effects of coffee and red wine. I have a horror of gum disease and of my teeth falling out and am taking better care of them than formerly. Hygienist, in wrapparound goggles, says all is well.
A grey day, typical of autumn in the East, and the hint of misty rain. All the colours of fields and hedges and trees muted, on a low light. The drive back down the M11. Alan Clark Diaries on tape, a bit of Radio 4. No work today or tomorrow and the weekend off. Intensely happy.
