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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.
I was recently invited to do a guest blog post. I felt it was worth placing here too:
Cyclist and an Inspiration
The early morning sunlight flickered
from behind the high clouds and reflected golden and crisp from the monument in
Bergerac’s market square. Around me, shoppers bustled and in the roadway a car
beeped its horn. The grey stone pillar rose fifteen feet above me, its shadow
pointing away towards the elm trees that line the roadway. A smell of garlic
wafted as I read those brave words that showed the strength of the French and
France’s indomitable leaders.