One of my patients this morning told me that I have "a good voice for instruction". I was immediately tempted to do my Gary Coleman impression, but her surname wasn't Willis, so instead I thanked her for the compliment, and then asked her what the heck she meant. She replied that I have the kind of voice that makes it easy for others to follow directions. Which makes me wonder why Amelie won't do a single thing I say. She then added that my voice is "very clear and perfect for instruction". So I told her to shut up and let me take the photos.

But whilst pondering whether to apply for part-time voice-over work, or simply become a dominatrix, I headed into Crowborough town centre at lunchtime (I was working at the hospital there - I didn't make the trip specially), where I bought some buffalo burgers. No, really. And I thought they only ate filet mignon in Crowborough.

I cooked them when I got home, so for the benefit of anyone who's never tasted buffalo, I can exclusively reveal that they tasted like... well, like beefburgers really. But with the bitter aftertaste of having cost twice as much. I probably should have served them with mozzarella. And then washed my hands in a bison.

Anyhoo, fans of prog-rock will be pleased to know that I filmed another road movie today. It's a lot like the East Grinstead one, but with a twist ending. Namely that I end up in Crowborough. Unfortunately I'm still struggling to mix the audio track (it's not easy combining rock with electronica), so it'll have to wait till tomorrow.