Month: September 2018

Writing this in bed. It is still cold and rainy outside. Have spend the morning reading in horrified fascination of the latest White House shenanigans. Feeling vaguely guilty that I’m at home instead of at work where I could be doing something useful. However, as I’m on sabbatical, what I really should be doing is… Continue reading Sabbaticalling the Kirsty way

The spa pool looked so warm and inviting, bubbling away there – but it’s actually cold. The disappointment was sharp and bitter on this cold Winter’s night. (Well actually it’s theoretically Spring but it’s still f**king cold out there)

Just checking orientation again without the distracting selfie

Been trying to fix the disorientation in the photos I’ve been posting. Not

A friend of mine has daughters at one of those poncey expensive

Second patient on my list this morning was 240kgs. I’ve been agonizing

Have just been berated by an Englishman from Ipswich, who took time

Too soon?

All my life, in moments of quiet reflection, I’ve had a tendency to revisit