What Do Teeth Say?

 This morning I was obliged to visit my dentist (the best dentist I've ever had, as it happens) to have a troublesome and half-wrecked wisdom tooth removed. This was my third wisdom extraction, so I knew what to expect, but my dentist was impressively quick and thorough, and I felt almost no pain this time. I'm still getting over the anaesthetic, but all seems well.
  While I was sitting in the waiting room, I was entertained by various videos about dental health and the wonders that can be worked on your teeth by cosmetic dentistry. 'Your teeth,' one video declared, 'say a lot about you.' Indeed, the video continued, they say more about you than your car, your clothes or your hairstyle. Naturally, I wondered what my teeth might be saying about me (apart from expressing the wish that they'd been better looked after in my early years). I think they would clearly say just two things: that I am English – they are very English teeth, i.e. overcrowded and uneven; and that I grew up in a time before straightening and whitening became the norm. My car would have nothing to say, for the very good reason that I don't drive one. My clothes would confirm that I am English, that I grew up when men dressed properly, and in my mature years I reverted to type. And my hairstyle (if such a word applies)? That would say simply that I am blessed with luxuriant hair, and in my old age am making the most of it. 
  I wish this anaesthetic would wear off...