Month: October 2018

Thrombectomies = 1, still, sigh! Continue reading “Putin!”

The Russians all looking a bit the worse for wear at the course this morning. Apparently they kicked on after I left last night. No surprises Continue reading “Nyet”

My Airbnb hosts very kindly provided me with a brand new, albeit tiny, Continue reading “Blemish”

I have decided that the phrase Dr Cheekbones is not very respectful, Continue reading “Cringe”

Thrombectomies = 1 (yay!) Continue reading “What a difference a day makes”

Sudden horrible thought today, why have I never seen any women in the radiology changing room? Am I being paranoid, was  something lost Continue reading “Oh dear”

Is it wrong that my main concern about sharing a changing room with a bunch of men is not my dimpled thighs but rather my rather inelegant Continue reading “Lacy”

Thrombectomy count = zero Continue reading “Warning: Downer”

So, it turns out letting four different lots of people know I wanted to be called for all strokes at any time of the day or night and providing my Continue reading “Aaaargh”

So, it turns out from what I’ve learned this weekend that Montpellier is a much maligned place (mostly by me) and unfairly, because it’s actually rather a great place to live – and thriving: it’s currently the 7th biggest Continue reading “Montpellier”