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...
The day I got so unceremoniously asked to leave by my Bayswater landlady was the Sunday evening, on my return from walking all the kids home and returning to the flat. The next day, Monday, I called round to the Centre after college and told Megan about my disgrace,...
Between Wormwood Scrubs and the Gasworks So, you want to know what crime I committed to get me thrown out of my student digs without notice? Read on! What happened was an unexpected consequence of a decision to do some form of social work, as an out-of-hours...
In all those large London houses divided up into ROOMS TO LET, you will be certain to have the following fellow tenants: Two gossipy old ladies on endless watch-out-and-report mode A young man on an upper floor who comes out and stares but never speaks Young couples,...
