I think sometimes that our problem in Britain is that
the voting population is not so bright. Any nation who could vote in three successive
Socialist governments in the face of a predictable economic decline cannot be
MENSA material. We now seem to lurch from political crisis to political crisis
and although we have plenty of politicians (who look forward 5 or less years)
we have no statesmen who look ahead generations. There is an Aesop fable which seems
to me to demonstrate where we are with our democratically voted Brexit.
I once recall a conversation (a little heated) with one of
my nieces when I said I understood how bad a labour pain was. She had started
by saying that female obstetricians must be better than male obstetricians. My
claim to understand labour pains provoked a rather more volatile response than
I think it merited along the lines of, ‘You’re a man. You can’t understand.’
I felt at the time that although I don’t have a uterus, I
have delivered 22 babies and witnessed many more deliveries when I trained and
since then seen pain in many forms.
My sons asked me for this recipe so I thought I'd put it here for ease of reference and to share with anyone who wishes to try something new.
Swedish Christmas Ham
The main problem when you buy a
smoked or ‘green’ ham is that when you roast it, commonly, it is very salty.
This ‘recipe’ if that’s what you’d call it, allows you to get the salt out of
the ham and roast it in what in my family, has always been the traditional
Start by removing the rind or
skin so you have a layer of fat remaining.
I was born in 1950. It was a time when Spencer Tracy, Kirk Douglas, Bert
Lancaster were on the rise in their careers. Human icons most young fellas
looked up to. Cinema was the great cultural phenomenon at that time and the
actors became huge.
At that time too, Marvel’s comic book superheroes were very popular in
the pictorial cartoon books and magazines. Like any media one read them and
loved them through the suspension of belief. It was escapism at its best – a kind
of momentary flight, giving a short-term emotional gratification.
Note de l'auteur
Je dois expliquer pourquoi je l'ai utilisé des morceaux de texte du livre
d'Albert Camus l’étranger tout au long comme têtes de chapitre.
Il a écrit de son livre "Il y a longtemps je résume l'étranger dans une
phrase que je réalise est extrêmement paradoxale. «Dans notre société, tout
homme qui ne pleure pas à l'enterrement de sa mère est susceptible d'être
condamné à mort».
The plight of the Windrush families and their British naturalisation is a topic quite close to my heart.
My father was born in India, you see. When WW2 broke out, he came to Britain, joined the RNR and as a ship’s doctor had quite a bad war in the Pacific, North Atlantic and Mediterranean. He held a British passport and settled as a GP in Bermondsey once the war ended in 1947. He obtained British naturalisation without difficulty, because he was a British subject and that did not change until the immigration act of 1948.
Many will have heard of this
terrible, tragic case. The doctor involved was tried for manslaughter and
convicted despite serious Trust flaws which led to the tragedy.
My feeling here is rather different
to the majority. I do agree that a junior doctor, left unsupervised with two
juniors below her, each of whom had only a months’ experience of paediatrics,
and had herself just returned from 13 months maternity leave was particularly
vulnerable to a mistake being made. Where I depart from many people’s stated
views is that I do not think the registrar is culpable.
This is a typical Swedish recipe passed to me through my mum, who baked loads of stuff at Christmas. It makes really nice sweet bread that goes a treat with coffee especially on Christmas morning. The cardamom adds a hint of lemony fragrance.
Vätebröd- Swedish Buns - makes
24 buns or 2 loaves.
Fresh yeast or 15 g of dried
dl of milk
1 dl of
flour (Strong white)
using dried yeast use tepid water as on packet)
all this hike about Yorkshire puddings?
of you who live across the pond, Yorkshire is a county in the north east of
England. It has a history dating back way back when and seems to be the place the
classic ‘puds’ arose. Three or four hundred years ago when they roasted meat in
an oven, the fat and juices would drip off and be wasted unless caught in a
dish underneath. In mid-18century, the idea came to someone to
put a simple pudding underneath and the ‘dripping’ would drip and the batter
would rise – the first Yorkshire pudding!
20 6 16
5 am. Dog wakes me –
need to go out. Oooooh groan. Dressing gown, slippers stumble down stairs –
fresh air on my face.
Damned funny time to get
up. Start to think… Could I be more productive? Apportion my time…
Bed beckons. But… and there’s
always a ‘but’. Can I?
prolific medico-legal expert, published author, house person to my daughter or
was that slave? More productive?
But work never seemed to
be ‘work’. I always enjoyed it. Never felt that even at 3 am. opening someone’s
head that it was hard work.