The day before I went to have The Tooth Of Doom out, I cast on a pair of plain socks. Socks are the easiest thing in the world to knit once you get the hang of them – handbag-sized, round and round, do-anywhere, TV-watching sort of knitting – so I thought they would be Just The Thing if I was incapacitated/sad/sore/in pain afterwards.

As it turned out, I wasn’t any of those things. A bit knackered and a bit sore at the hinge of my jaw was as bad as it got, and the worst thing, really, was the fantastically annoying stitches. So I’ve been knitting shawls and mitts at the same time as working on the Recovery Socks.

Last night, I finished them.

And when I tried them on I realised that I’ve stopped so much as thinking about the holes where my teeth used to be.

Job done, then.