Dreaming of the Doctor

A dream. A little like Charles Dickens’ a Christmas Carol. In this one the ghost came for a doctor. One gave the idea for the other There was a doctor. He was GP I had known in times when I lived closer to Sydney and represented a number of particular doctors I have faced. The […]

Anzac day, and my father

On the television the football has started with a parade by the old diggers and the Vietnam Vets. It took me to thinking of my father who was a vet and loved football, Aussie Rules and Rugby League and Union. Dad played, I think, at college or high school level with a country team at […]