A crazy nonstop day at work today, so I thought I’d spend some time this evening reviewing our short escape to Fiji before I forget everything.

As I was riding my moped to work this morning I was singing away to myself as per usual, when I suddenly realised that I was mangling the lyrics.

Whilst out snorkelling our first day, we met up with a bunch of striped fish that came up very close and personal.

It has been suggested that my writing is just one, multi year long demonstration of white privilege,

To the gorgeous, impressively proportioned person that I saw striding along the waterfront just now,

This is the second best book I have ever read, after Pride and Prejudice (of course).*

Demonstrating a characteristic unerring inability to learn from previous mistakes, I did my own eyebrows over the weekend.

Compliments I have received in decreasing order of how pleased I was to get them:

How soon one gets used to, and then takes for granted, the great pleasure of being able to anticipate a full, untroubled night of slumber when you close your eyes last thing at night.

There’s a new locum surgeon starting at my hospital, and I heard on the grapevine this week that he writes books.