This is a story about how I decided to brace up and finally have my teeth fixed – at the grand old age of 42.
"Why should I care?" you may ask. I'm doing this in case there is anyone else out there who is thinking about "having a bit of work done". Honestly, I'm not the bravest person in the world – if I can do it, anyone can.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Shepherd's pie and porridge also work OK (although not both together, obviously).
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