Just What the Doctor Ordered

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Well the meeting with the adviser went well yesterday in so far as he didn't decry us for our stupidity or impossible dreams. Instead we've just been given piles of homework and options: groan...groan!
 
Never mind, and whilst we didn't actually consult the Doctor, we are now off on a practice run. A week in the sun together; no children, just Mister E, me and a pile of books. I would say no worries, but we are leaving our home in the care of the next generation and just keeping our fingers crossed. A good practice for them too.

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