The Starbucks concession at work closes at 4.30pm every day, and it wasn't long before I found myself regularly appearing at 4.25pm for a cappuccino (and usually a frothless latte for lovely Lou – WITH NO BUBBLES) to get me through the last hour and a half – or longer – of work. I always … Continue reading Routine manoeuvres
God bless the NHS
The other day, one of the lovely nurses appeared at my door to ask whether I wanted a cup of tea, or coffee, or anything else. Always – and usually unnecessarily – reluctant to put someone else out, I scrunched up my face so it would say 'I'm really sorry to ask this' and requested … Continue reading God bless the NHS