Born in the NHS

You can tell that austerity has hit hospitals hard. There was a distinct lack of falafel on offer at the canteen and café. I had to get my husband to run out to a shop to bring my me post birth falafel and houmous. What a disgrace, brexit couldn't come soon enough. Soon all that... Continue Reading →

Maybe if I had been drunk, it would have been better

But I'd only had one beer. And it wasn't. Let me set the scene. I had made the unusual move of going out (and on a Wednesday, no less). The Canteen, on trendy Stokes Croft where we found ourselves, was teeming with drunken youths, some of whom (well, one) asked for our advice on places to... Continue Reading →

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