QEII has a magnificent-looking set of choppers, but it seems that looks can be deceiving. She rang me to report on her visit to the dentist.
"He said I've got cavities," she said in the same world-weary tone a 12-year-old might use to report on a parental telling-off. "Apparently I have to stop eating lollies in bed."
Never mind the dental work. I've long been amazed at her ability to get up in the middle of the night and locate a packet of Sherbies without so much as the help of a candle. She must eat a lot of carrots. It's just a pity they're all chocolate-dipped.