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Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Past experience has taught me that if I don't blog for two days running, everyone assumes I'm lying dead under the wheels of a retinal camera with a pinhole occluder plunged through my heart and a sight chart smashed over my head. It's mostly wishful thinking. So in an effort to avoid my mother worrying, and everyone else organising parties, I feel I should write something today.

Unfortunately we're now on day twenty of Phil Gardner & the Deathly Hallows, and I don't really feel up to it. My chronic (and possibly terminal) cold has improved marginally since I offloaded some of it onto Marie on Saturday, but by the time I've battled my way through the working day, fought my way through Amelie's bedtime routine, and then been woken up three times a night by Toby, I don't have the strength left for blogging.

I've got thirty-two patients to see tomorrow, followed by an eight-hour round trip to Gloucester on Thursday for a five-hour work-related meeting, so things are unlikely to improve before the weekend. But trust me, I'm not dead.



Phil's Mum said...

Well, that's stopped me worrying - I think!

Peter Chapman said...

I could do a guest blog post!

Phil said...

I was going to say the same to you - I was working in Burgess Hill today! And I'm loving your Donkeys in the Holy Land shop. But they need to put a stuffed Mary on their giant donkey instead of a rack of clothes. You can tell them that from me.