Month: March 2023

I have recently come to the sad realisation that, while my husband is regarded by our offspring with a mixture of love and respect, I am viewed with the amused scorn and gentle pity more typically reserved for an elderly demented great aunt.

I have accidentally left my cellphone at home.

My patient asked me this morning, just before she went off to sleep, how long I’d been doing my job.

And so it begins

Conundrum

Well, it all went as well as could be expected.

If the dogs ever notice the association between increased use of the backpack and imminent doom, I may be in trouble.

At his concert a few weeks ago, Billy Bragg commented in some dismay about the tendency for the leads on his two guitars to get tangled up together during gigs. I could have told him the name of this pernicious power, the bane of operating theatres everywhere: Malignant Spaghetti Syndrome.

Spending some quality time at the beach house with Ruby before her exit procedure which is booked for 6:30 pm on Monday.

Ruby is heading into her final days.