It seems this freeform free association rambling I have the nerve to call a blog is about to be a year old. Admittedly, after a fairly tentative start there was something of an hiatus caused by a jesterly crisis of confidence, and the need to sqaure the circle of telling believable stories of GP life without letting any cats out of bags. The upshot has been a relocation of the surgery to leafy Ambridge, and it's all the better for it. Now I get spectacular views over Lakey Hill instead of dreary suburban sprawl, and a cast of characters to die for.
We have seen many aspects of life and health from cradle to grave, (and even beyond) and I have been lucky enough to show off when fabbo holidays have taken me far from dear old Ambridge. It's truly been a lot of fun, and I've also "met" a lot of lovely bloggy people who entertain and amuse me far more than I could ever hope to reciprocate.
I'm still pretty amazed that anyone but me can take the time and effort to wade through any of my incosequential mumblings, but I bless all of you who do. I am even more stunned that some of my less looney submissions have made the grand rounds, both general and paediatric. They share webspace with some truly fascinating pieces that I feel priviliged to have had brought to my attention, and I commend them to you all once again. The latest PGR is now up on Shinga's site here.
There is likely to be another brief hiatus because tomorrow, thanks to the ludicrous way UK property laws work, I and famille Jest become "homeless" for two weeks, between the sale of our current property, the quondam "Jest Towers", and the vacation of our new country seat by its present occupants. I get the feeling living out of a suitcase and blogging might not entirely work, but we shall see.
For now I'm off tonight for a final look at the old pile before tomorrow's move out, and I intend to raise a glass to all of you who have visited in the past year.