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.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
I hope you don't mind the graphic pix - don't have nightmares ...
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