In fact, what a thoroughly nice day I’ve had. Instead of an 8am screech around the ward, I had a lie-in and then hopped on the bus at 9.45am. Fifteen minutes later, I was exercising my mind and my schmoozing gland at a conference for people who’d like to develop an interest in academic medicine. I met my lovely supervising Professor, who inherited me when I came back from Elsewhere.

“Hello, Blade!” he said, shaking hands. ”Hello, Professor!” I exclaimed, for I really was very happy to see him. “Blade,” he said, shaking his extremely knowledgeable head, “Do call me Firstname.” “Ah, Prof, you know I can’t. I’m from a generation where no senior person has a first name – and that includes my aunts and uncles.”

So I had a jolly lovely day, and feel like I am on the cusp of some important decision-making. I don’t just want to be a surgeon, excellent though it is – I’d love to add an academic component, and I am feeling much more inspired to try. We’ll see.

In home life, I had to make some buns tonight. Now, both Bats and the sister were in the house. I was in the kitchen, battering 8 ounces of digestive biscuits into sawdust with a rolling pin. Did anyone come to see if there was an intruder in the house, doing nefarious deeds? Of course not. It is time I got a good barky dog.

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