I found this scorpion, already dead, a couple of days ago. It’s beginning to look a little the worse for wear.
Only a part of it would fit under the microscope at any one time. 60 more words
One of the worst things about illness is that your time is no longer your own.
Today we went to the hospital and queued with one set of people just for a blood pressure check, then with the same lot of people again to see the anaesthetist who had an office that backed onto the first room. 97 more words