You are my sweetest downfall...

[anthon1]

My mother has brought home the shiny.

Seriously.

My mother is a hospital doctor with a management role, which essentially means that she does three per job's-worth of work instead of the two that most people do. Days on which she is home at any kind of sensible hour are a rarity, and stress is a constant. She loves her job, and wouldn't have

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[ressie_noldo]

I know exactly what you mean about bringing home the shiny (which actually sounds like a song title). :D Both my parents are doctors, and at last count I had forty-odd biros, three or four fountain-pens, a few keyrings, three flash drives, loads of Post-it notes, a genetics book, and (quite bizarrely) a sort of etched glass globe, and enough painkillers to slay a horse. It's rather fun, if guilt-inducing.

And personally, I rather liked Pride and Prejudice, although I read it a few years ago and can't recall whether I skimmed the filler-y bits or actually liked those as well (suspect it was the former, really).

[anthon1]

It does a bit, doesn't it? Or a poem, possibly, although not a very serious one. :D I am jealous of your fountain pens, although as there are no horses nearby that I particularly want to inhume I'm not too bothered about the painkillers. :P Were they given incase said glass globe came into very rapid contact with someone's toe, by any chance? :P

Also, that icon is very cool. :D

[purplefringe]

Yay for random druggie stuff!! Our house is full of it. Dad's house is even fuller. I think dad became a doctor for the free stuff.

And congratulations on the squash!! You rock! I now feel that all the weeks we have missed you in Cafe Roma for squash purposes are fully justified.

[anthon1]

I think dad became a doctor for the free stuff.

*snickers* At least it beats joining up to 'see exciting forrin places and meet erotic people'... :P:P:P

(Um, yeah. That was Pratchett. Just so you know. :P)

And hee, thank you. :D I would bring you my trophy to show you guys next time, but they gave me a squash ball instead, and frankly it's not the most interesting thing to gaze at...

[charcoal_cloud]

I can't imagine what it's like to actually buy biros or post-it notes...

[anthon1]

I've bought post-it notes before, because my mother seems to eat them but biros never. It must be depressing...

And happy birthday, by the way. :D

[charcoal_cloud]

Thank you :D

[meine_kleine]

Hee, shiny. You can always tell the children of medics at school becasue they're the ones that find random drug company names familiar from calendars, post-it notes, biros, etc.

...You had to go and remind me about the cat, didn't you?

Oh, and 39, now. :P

[anthon1]

we should start a group on Facebook

Oh, and 39, now. :P

Gryah. I will catch up with you at some point, you know. Preferably after I've done all of my insane number of essays (four plus a timeline plus the inevetable maths) and several days solid of hard graft, because apart from anything else, Vanity Fair is rather long...

[stripyglove]

:D Nac Mac Feegle!!! squee! My life is now complete!

[anthon1]

:D:D:D