It would be fair to say that I don’t generally have much sympathy for our current prime minister.

I’m quite ready to ditch the topic of all things Australian after the miserable petering out of our feeble efforts in the cricket.

Lucky me, Simon managed to get tickets to the cricket match yesterday. Australia haven’t played a test here for years so tickets were in hot demand.

I went to see the first patient on my theatre list this morning, on the day of surgery admission ward.

And indeed there is.

Sometimes I ask myself:

The vet says that Goofy is overweight. It turns out that a calorie dense diet cannot be followed with impunity, even by a very active canine. A summer of markedly increased treat intake has told on the spoodle, who was 16 kg before her little offsider arrived and is now tipping the scales at a… Continue reading Body shaming

You may think that nothing interesting ever happens in our sleepy seaside retirement town, and you’d be right 99% of the time.

I realize that doubts about my mental acuity are a common theme in these pages.

I realise I haven’t posted anything since getting all mysterious with my last post.