>When Celandine reached the end of her life, she realised that yes, she’d been right to hide a little toothpaste aside each day. She got her nurses to lift her gently into the bath. She enjoyed the minty-white caress against her skin just as much as she thought she would. She died, just as she noticed a small strip of blue, just by her knee, that had survived intact all these years. Her smile, when she passed, it was perfect.