Well, it all went as well as could be expected. Continue reading “Ruby RIP”
She ain’t heavy
If the dogs ever notice the association between increased use of the backpack and imminent doom, I may be in trouble. Continue reading “She ain’t heavy”
A knotty problem
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. Continue reading “A knotty problem”
The final weekend for Cancer Dog
Spending some quality time at the beach house with Ruby before her exit procedure which is booked for 6:30 pm on Monday. Continue reading “The final weekend for Cancer Dog”
Cancer dog update March 2023
Ruby is heading into her final days. Continue reading “Cancer dog update March 2023”
Not allowed on the furniture – a photo essay
I am a very strict dog owner. Continue reading “Not allowed on the furniture – a photo essay”
Nail biter
OK, maybe my surgeon was right with his sneering comment about sport last week Continue reading “Nail biter”
Brain v brawn
I was working with a neurosurgeon yesterday who said “sport is theatre for stupid people” and I found it really hard to explain to him why he was wrong, particularly about test cricket…
Face value
It happened again yesterday. I got mistaken for another anaesthetist. This in spite of wearing a scrub hat with my name on it. Continue reading “Face value”
Lifted
I only discovered eyebrow tinting a few months ago, but I love it. Continue reading “Lifted”