I was catching up with some old workmates today, so up again promptly. There are more of us that have left now than remain, which probably goes to explain one of the problems with staffing in the NHS. Working in the hospital lab seems to be an occupation for life, so at some of these meetings there are hundreds of years of experience in people full of glee that they are out of it. Someone should try and find out why. I wish they would talk to me.
I arrived home to see little Bertie sitting on the back of the sofa waiting. This picture isn’t the best but as I got closer he ran to the front door to meet me. You can just make him out if you zoom in. His face is the small white speck in the bottom right of the window. The camera on this phone has never been quite the same since it got washed with the sheets.
Groovy Word of the day : Anticipation