January 10, 2015

 

I’ve always been impatient. Even before I entered the world. My first act was to insist on being born on a busy May Bank Holiday Monday. In my home town of Bridlington, East Yorkshire, the local hospital and its maternity ward did not open for a further nine years, forcing my Mum to suffer the twenty-three mile ambulance journey to Beverley which, even on a good day, would take upwards of 45 minutes. In this case, Bank Holiday traffic made it significantly longer and inevitably more painful. Perhaps also more dangerou...

Please reload

Follow Me
News & Views  - Contents
Please reload

  • LinkedIn
  • Twitter Basic Square