A whiter Shade Of Pale

I have always known the value of a perfect smile. In 1992, I spent a miserable summer working in a cake factory before starting university. One day I was asked to guess the age of an older female colleague, to which I innocently replied that I would need to see her teeth. Fortunately she laughed.red-smile
My quest for perfect teeth had begun several years earlier: a plate brace at primary school followed by a metal brace for four long years at secondary school. (I endured a couple of unimaginative ‘Metal Mickey’ jokes at primary school, but by the time I went to my convent secondary school the brace wearers far outnumbered those who were naturally blessed). I ended up with perfectly shaped teeth.
If only the story ended there. Continue reading