No, that's not me. What? You seriously think I got someone to photograph my burning mouth? I couldn't talk. Only smile and nod. (Pic from 4tnz.com)
Let’s check. Tongue up to investigate. Strangely smooth skin above my teeth. Yup, still tender.
I burnt my mouth on a roast potato after my Granny’s funeral. Continue reading
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