Spare me a doctor, who makes the mistake Of telling me how, I must stop eating cake Who hasn’t a hint of the apologetic When he tells me at 90 I’m pre-diabetic One who in truth is a silly old fool Who’s not learnt a thing since at medical school One who insists he must always keep trying And solemnly swears that he’ll keep me from dying.
After W.H. Auden
And Auden’s original.
Give me a doctor partridge-plump Short in the leg and broad in the rump An endomorph with gentle hands Who’ll never make absurd demands That I abandon all my vices Nor pull a long face in a crisis, But with a twinkle in his eye Will tell me that I have to die.
Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk.
I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written.
Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition.
If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.
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