I think I can safely say my swim last weekend was the last of the season.

Much like Oscar Wilde, I find I can resist anything except temptation.

Fritters tasting a bit of corn with a hint of soap. Not improved by being

Having a pleasant conversation with a colleague this morning, until he

I suspect there’s a fundamental truth going on here, but I don’t know what it is. Oddly enough, I was actually looking for a spoon.

It’s like a secret valentine! (Or what I imagine a secret valentine would be like)

Doing a case with two neurosurgical registrars, very relaxed, listening

Disparaging remarks at work today about my superfluity of name badges.

I thought a few days ago that my last swim of the year was behind me,