I have a lot more sympathy for braced-up teenagers. A lot more.
I've eaten gallons of soup.
I did manage a pub lunch of sausage and mash at the weekend,
but only after cutting the sausages into the tiniest of pieces.
And then virtually swallowing them without a single chew.
Bonjela is my friend.
Despite feeling as though I have a 'fat' mouth, people don't seem to have noticed.
The Boy Child announced that my teeth are ugly, but as he also said that before the braces went on,
I feel as though I can ignore that pronouncement.
Talking about braces is boring.
So I'll stop.