I think a brief note on my travelling experiences might be appropriate here. My family had strong links with the Continent. My father, though born in England, had been at school and later had worked for many years in Germany and Switzerland between the wars. He had...
I had somehow got through the surgical pre-registration six months not quite killing anyone, even the aforementioned Mr X, as far as I know. I didn’t shine as a medical house officer either, in the second six months at the Hereford County Hospital, but I...
We are still in the medical training years, but things of course changed radically for me when I met Roger Tudway, my first husband. I met him in my penultimate year at medical school. I remember talking to this loud, smiling, crazy-looking student in the dinner queue...
