Fangs ain't wot they used to be

I went to the dentist yesterday. Actually, it was the Orthodontist (posh eh?).

Those of you who have known me since I was a kid may remember I had braces on my teeth for a while in an attempt to straighten them. The treatment came to an end when I was sixteen (I think) because it was no longer free (such a long time ago, I really can't remember for sure), so my teeth were partially straightened but no follow up work was done.

Anyway, after selling the house I decided that now is the time (I kinda wish I'd started this last year but hey...) so I now have braces on my teeth again. The difference is that this time it's both the top and bottom teeth and, whereas before I had a plate that I could take out and clean, these braces are glued to my teeth and have ceramic 'pillows' which hold the wires. They are less intrusive but more permanent and I have to be careful after eating that I don't have food trapped.

At the moment everything is still a little tender and I can't bite anything but I can chew cautiously - I foresee this being a method of losing weight - as long as I chop everything into small pieces.

I take some photos at the weekend and terrify you all.