Monday, 3 March 2014

Florence Nightingale tending the wounded at Scutari, 1858

I've just got back from the doctor's, feeling just a little bit deflated. The doctor wouldn't phone my friends for a witness account of my latest fit. He has asked me to make a further appointment when one of them can be present. Why did I bother going in the first place?

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