Was up half the night with an upset stomach (definitely not due to my cooking) and then went to the emergency dentist at Whitechapel with the animator this morning (allegedly my cooking resulted in a broken filling - I contest the accuracy of this assertion). He was advised to be there by 7.15am. We got there at 7.15am, but the queue was already in the double figures. Doors opened at 8am and once inside the process was fairly straightforward. We were home again by 11, but neither of us were in the mood to do anything remotely constructive. Stomach is still rumbling ominously. This morning's events have made me realise how nice it is to be able to call in sick.