Since we last spoke...

[elizabethoshea]

I've had more minor illnesses this term than in the whole of last year. One of the perils of paediatrics: all those children with their eager young germs just dying to cross the generation gap. This week it's a chesty cold, so I'm living off paracetamol and decongestants (whoever invented Night Nurse deserves a Nobel prize) and sounding like I've

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[elizabethoshea]

He's only a Swabian mercenary half the time - the rest of the time he moonlights as a Saxon foot soldier (he fought in this year's reconstruction of the Battle of Hastings where the cavalry got sent off - they have a yellow and red card system that probably isn't entirely authentic - for getting carried away and nearly trampling a pile of 'dead' Saxons who had to leap to their feet and scatter to avoid losing their quotation marks). He was quite impressive - taller than me and in full 4th century battle gear, with a long pony tail (all his own hair!). Good warrior material.

I was going to say you've heard me in Minnie Mouse mode, but then I remembered I didn't get the Disney World cold until I was on the way home, so you missed it. I'm getting worse now because I can't shut up even when I know I ought to be resting my voice. I try, but people will keep starting interesting conversations (and infantile conversations: Q. What do you call a chicken in a shell suit? A.|An egg - boom, boom!).

And you're right about not being shot at, although there is an ominous line in our induction booklets that says, "During your time with us you can expect to be wee'd, poo'd, coughed, sneezed and vomited upon." Goodie!