But this isn't about that search for 'the one' who can climb that metaphorical staircase with me. There's no time for that. I'm far too busy doing loads of free work for the NHS to stop it sinking. I do actually give a damn you see. Sometimes it feels that I'm trying to bale out the hull of health's mothership with a thimble. The effect has taken its toll. Exhaustion has set in.
What I'm really writing about today is how I've banished obsessive time keeping. The idea for it occurred to me the other day when I had to go on a joint visit with a colleague who will remain nameless. They refused a lift in my nippy little green number preferring to drive themself. That journey to Kingsbridge from Totnes takes half an hour. I know because I've regularly followed that route for eleven years. They left a full twenty minutes ahead of me....just in case. 'Just in case of what?!' I asked. There was some lame ideas, the rain, tractors, blah, blah, blah! I've given up building in this wriggle time. Until of course I'm catching a plane, train or being operated upon. Most of the time it works out. But occasionally things go tits up and I'm a bit late. No matter. I reckon I've saved hours!