Toastie

cheese. It always reminds me of a dentist visit. I had too many teeth for my wee mouth and had frequent trips to remove some of the extra ones. I think I was 6 or 7. An anaesthetist from the local hospital used to come and give some anaesthetic gas. When I woke up I remember asking how many teeth were removed, being told 10. My mum had to carry me to my grandpa's prized lada. On being asked what I wanted to eat I remember toasted cheese.