The Big Read: Finding my voice with toothpaste in my mouth

For a few hours my voice was gone. The night had been cold, the conversation boisterous and shouty, and when I got home the only sound I could make was that of a bagpipe being stood on by an asthmatic warthog.It came back soon enough but it made me think about voice, the unique sound we squeeze out of our throats - or, in the case of writers, out of our keyboards.