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A child first up on my list this morning, which always worries me in the Continue reading “Paeds”

Suffrage Day! 125 years since women got the vote in NZ! Watch your Continue reading “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am!”

Have popped into the department for a couple of hours to remind Continue reading “Bah humbug”

1) Click on the title of the post you want to comment on. Continue reading “How to post comments on my blog”

“Today I married my best friend!” Oh, I see how that might happen – you Continue reading “More thoughts on marriage”

Bought some decaf coffee pods a few weeks ago, for those rare Continue reading “Aaaarrrgh”

I read somewhere that women are supposed to put on bras by leaning Continue reading “Boob 2”

I’ve had a frozen right shoulder for a couple of years now, which is Continue reading “Pain”

This is so the picture I should have used when checking whether my photos were coming out sideways or not. Dammit.

Was hoping to post my best received work email of all time, which was actually one written by my daughter Samantha in her last year at school: “Sam’s Agony Aunt or whatever replies”, September 2015.  I got so many emails and comments from colleagues “she’s so clever/witty/funny/charming/talented” – far more than I ever got for my own work – that it soon became clear that writing ability, like male pattern baldness, is something that skips generations. It was a faux advice column that she wrote for her school magazine, unfortunately never published by them. The most bizarre part of the whole episode was that someone in our department wrote a list of agony aunt type questions regarding life in the department, that they wanted Samantha to answer (eg. my tech keeps giving me cheek, and won’t stop even after I’ve sprayed him with a syringe of propofol. What should I do?). The unsigned note was left on my desk in our office. I’m guessing that person thought that the whole thing was an elaborate hoax on my part. I never found out who it was, and unfortunately I didn’t keep the letter. Even worse, now I can’t find Samantha’s original article – wiped somehow by google docs. I must somehow persuade her to keep writing.