I upset my whole family by refusing to allow them to attend my medical consultation. I was upset because the doctor invited TK to give his expert opinion on my mental health.
Whatever happened to privacy in the doctor-patient relationship?
I upset my whole family by refusing to allow them to attend my medical consultation. I was upset because the doctor invited TK to give his expert opinion on my mental health.
Whatever happened to privacy in the doctor-patient relationship?
As the boat set sail for a tour of the harbour (£40 per person) SPL went into labour. How would she cope with a new baby at her age?
Back home again I was making a mess wherever I went. For example, I managed to spill sticky prawn salad over the carpet. This led me into a conversation with TPR about a long-overdue house move – although we’d need to do a lot of work before putting the flat on the market.
HW’s daughter’s 21st birthday party was dreadfully dull, as was N and SY’s bookcase.
It was interesting, however, to learn that restaurateurs VC and CC were on the brink of divorce.
Having spotted insolence in the student’s work I called him from the classroom out into the corridor to ask him to explain himself.
He excused himself on the grounds of stress: his fitness business had failed in the US, he’d turned to drugs and drink for consolation, his girlfriend had left him, and now he was sleeping rough in the public library.
A new trendy all-night members’ club had opened around the corner in Deptford. I went to view the facilities.
Although I was only a guest, this didn’t stop me from shouting very loudly at a drunken, noisy woman. I put my head round a door and saw people sitting in individual steam baths. Then a large man, made entirely of wood and wearing a burgundy cardigan, ran past me down the stairs, pushing me out of the way.
I managed to keep the baby alive with the minimum of care. I only looked at it once a day when I fed it a bottle and changed its nappy. The only indication that it was in any distress was that its right eye had started to bleed.
I was looking forward to giving up my duties when the French family returned to collect the child.
At (yet another) University reunion JS told me that practised an hour of yoga every morning, even at weekends.
The front door of our flat was boarded up, and through the windows you could just see that all our belongings had been removed. So it was true. We were moving out of town into an old farm house, the inside of which we had never seen.
The particulars said that the house was in good decorative order, and it did look nice from the photograph, but I worried about the proximity of fields and agricultural smells.
When TPR got lost driving to our new place, insisting that the only way to reach it was to dump the car and walk across a hay field, I very much regretted leaving the city centre.
WB showed off her new living quarters: a small but beautifully furnished bedroom complete with a square IKEA daybed and a huge picture window that looked straight out onto the loch.
So what if it was remote? WB would be very happy here.