Trust me

My patient asked me this morning, just before she went off to sleep, how long I’d been doing my job.

Ruby RIP

Well, it all went as well as could be expected.

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.

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.