When I watched the mushroom clouds rising, I thought that it was someone's sick joke. I'd prayed for something to wipe away the debt, but this was not what I had in mind.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

Good patients get a nice, new face. Bad patients bleed all over the floor because they want to screw up their surgeon's life!

This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!