It used to be quite acceptable not to communicate with one's friends until just prior to Christmas, and, at a stretch, at Easter, or on birthdays. This year, no doubt, my mother has once again managed the "post before" date and those friends of long standing smile fondly at an envelope which arrives at Christmas... Continue Reading →
Yes, but did you get the T-shirt?
Faro Hospital is a bit like a weekly boarding school. I was most amused that hospital patients whose treatment allows it, are permitted to go home for the weekend, and return to their same bed on Monday morning. I am not sure if this has a formal name - apart from "having days off" as... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 