Late again. In my defence I have been somewhat occupied with the impending leaving party.
The one I was not going to have, except I rather like the people I work with so it would seem
churlish not to mark the occasion . Few beers, a laugh, the odd tear. I can’t imagine what it
will feel like not to be a nurse. I began my training aged 18 and have laughed, cried and sworn
my way through 37 years. What does the future hold?