Month: November 2018

Remind me never to go to a conference by myself again. I’m being very disciplined but it’s dull dull dull. Continue reading “Sad face”

OK, Mr Interventional Neuroradiologist: if you’re so clever, why are you wearing two masks? Ha – got you.

A very relaxed train trip to Brussels, although there was a slight delay as we had to detour around a place where some poor soul got squished Continue reading “Belgium”

Just starting my six hour train journey to Brussels. It’s a TGV so it must be a long way to Belgium. I’m travelling in a backwards facing seat Continue reading “Au revoir, Montpellier”

OK, it’s official: I’m losing my mind. I was here in Montpellier 2 1/2 years ago. Here is photographic proof: Continue reading “Eeek”

These two full sized photos greet you as you walk into the Continue reading “Pretty as a picture”

A weekend dedicated to a last ditch effort to improve my thrombectomy numbers. Spent the entire weekend stuck in my tiny Continue reading “Last weekend in Montpellier”

I was being particularly culturally sensitive yesterday by not going into work. Apparently it is a tradition here in France not to work a Friday if the Thursday is a public holiday. In the morning I went on a 30k bike Continue reading “Wagging”

Dear (insert name here),

Thank you so much for your hospitality in allowing my daughters to attend the party that you are allowing your child to have at your house Continue reading “To the Unknown Parent”

I have reached the inescapable conclusion that the French have infinitely distensible bladders, and also the bowel control of a drug mule Continue reading “Without relief”