‘Nil By Mouth’. I hadn’t hoped to see the sign above my head again for a long time yet, but the tendrils of fate had designed that I go under the surgeons scalpel once more. It wasn’t for anything major, but it left a gap in me that I will not be able to fill by myself. Two more teeth had gone, powerful chewing teeth that had worked hard for me for years. I shall, and will, yearn for them again.