My dental surgeon is outstanding but calls for checking remind me of Poor Old Henry as Poor Little Henry.

The teeth are chattering three days out in anticipation of the coming check.

They remind me of a time they were ‘babies’ and presented themselves to Mr Werral and his foot-powered drill set up on a street-side open verandah of a timber merchant’s trading centre in Moora – WA -on alternative Saturdays in the 1950’s.

There are moments in history that remain watermarked in the memory banks.