Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Rest now

Free spice shop calendar for 2009, "No responsibility taken for holidays.  Kindly compare with Govt Gazette".  And my 1975 volume 1 of Somerset Maugham short stories, taken on holiday to Cliftonville aged 12.  Opening it brought flashbacks to Bond films screened on restaurant walls in Super 8, and the temporary stemming of hostilities with my little sister, any ally being better than none so far from home. 
Goa comes to Drummond Street.
Imagine the embarrassed silence when this beauty was donated to the Breast Clinic.  I've been visiting for over a year, and only noticed it today, squeezed into the shadows by the water fountain.
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Check-up done and dusted - all looking good; farewell to Mr Trustworthy Surgeon, moving to Guy's.  If I'd needed more doing, he'd take me with him, but I don't, so I'll stay with the safe hands in manifold departments I now know so well at UCLH.
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Sleep calls.  It's the relief, no new horrors, no winding up needed, just winding down. 

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