Who knew?*

You know what you find if you happen to be passing through Richmond Park in the cool of the evening?



You find deer. Lots and lots of deer. Just hanging out.



You also find a really spectacular sunset, if you're lucky. And if you've been riding all the way from Isleworth to Wimbledon** and back... well, then you get some pretty tired thighs.

Which earns you a chocolate, at least. So it's all good.

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* Most of London, probably. I get that. But although I knew there were deer... I didn't know quite how many, and how widely they roam, and how easy it is to get up close. A happy discovery.
** Hey, Pip! Great party!

An enclave of new age e-Movers

Ooh, I wanna work here.

Their technology affiliate looks so cool too.

7 things I've learned from watching hospital dramas*

1. Sexy doctors ride motorbikes.

2. Every hospital team includes one wisecracking, insensitive, immature jackass with a (well hidden) heart of gold. This jackass is probably the smartest doctor on the team, so if someone's unforgiveably rude to you when you're lying in ER, suck it up. He's going to save your life. Contrariwise, if nobody's mean to the patient, you should worry; the jackass might be having a good day, which means he's lost his edge and is about to make a fatal mistake. On you.

3. You will not get better until you have resolved your complicated family issues, so you may as well call your mom/ex/former best friend right away. Speed things up.

4. Diagnosing and/or treating a complicated ailment works on exactly the same principles as solving a crime. It can't be done without friction (possibly of the literal, sweaty kind) among colleagues, a series of red herrings, and a hefty dose of rebellion against the dictatorial boss who inevitably fails to see the truth of the jackass's way out theory (or alternatively, the need for radical experimental treatment by the underqualified interns).

5. Hospital visitors wear a lot of really great knitwear. In this they are superior to witnesses and to relatives of murder suspects. It's probably because of their increased need for comfort. Or maybe hospitals are just colder than police stations.

6a. Contrary to popular opinion, doctors do not shag nurses. They shag each other. All the time.

6b. It is theoretically possible for doctors to have romantic interests outside of work (we know this because they occasionally get divorced), but how this should actually develop is a mystery, because they never actually meet or date anyone except each other. Actually they don't really date each other either. They just shag in the supply closet.

6c. Terminally ill schoolgirls are remarkably adept at wheedling inappropriate kisses out of doctors who really should know better. Interns are smarter. They don't fall for that crap.

7. It's never lupus.

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* House, Grey's Anatomy and, er, Green Wing. Okay, it's not a drama, but same diffs. It's possible that ER would completely contradict every lesson here... but I doubt it.

Just plain wrong.

I have officially become a boring old fart.

I have suspected this for a while. Some of the clues: being asked what I've been up to, and wanting to talk about my latest knitting. Not so much because it's interesting, as because other than that it's all just work. Also, realising that sitting reading Harry Potter and (again) knitting makes me feel naughty and rebellious. (That might be because of flashbacks to how I spent study time in boarding school. Yeah, I've always been a rebel. Hardcore.) Also, wishing I had some spare time so that I could ... sit at home and knit.

But the clincher came just now, as I realised that my looming holiday fills me with more dread than anticipation - because it forms an immoveable deadline, before which I *have* to do various worky type things. (And knitting.)

So, seriously. When did I become such a worker? I'm too lazy for this shit. This is not how I expected things to turn out.

Acclimatised?

So after all this time we've finally had a week of real summer, with blue skies and everything.

I'm not sure I like it. I have no reason not to... It's not horribly hot, I haven't had to expose my wobbly bits, I haven't run out of summer clothes (yet), by all normal measures it's been quite lovely. But it's just weird. I don't trust it. I'm confused.

Which means maybe it's time I stop whingeing about the English weather. I seem to have adjusted.

Blah.

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Blah.

I just wanted to say that.