Writer, musician, coder, want to be boat builder
Sitting in my office in Cambridge last Thursday,
Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?
A stereotype is typically an over-generalised view
It seems that everywhere one looks one will see little white dots in people's ears.
I was surprised to learn, not long ago, that my wife, and all my children consider me to be 'on the spectrum'.
A funny thing happened today, at the Cambridge Farmer's Market.
Well actually, I've lived most of my life without one; turned up in NZ for the first time in 1980, and apart from a few trips home, have been here ever since.
In 2017 Cambridge got a new roundabout, courtesy of the NZTA, at the intersection of Hamilton Road and Victoria Street, next to St Andrews Church.
I went to the doctor last week and she prescribed Escitalopram - an anti-depressant.
There was a gay cardinal, love
There was an old lady called Verity
There was a plump priest at the Vatican
An intrepid Antarctic explorer
There was a young grocer, Ricardo
As I write these words today I have prostate cancer. T3 N1 to be precise.
I had been dreading this appointment ever since it was first arranged.
One of the common aspects of the many consultations Nikki and I have attended in the past couple of months is that we go in with the expectation of coming out with more certainty than when we went in.
The next evening I was surprised to receive a phone call from RF.
The first appointment after that initial visit to the GP was an ultrasound scan of the lump in my groin.
I waited until the day before the appointment before I told Nikki.