“Breakfast in bed!” I thought this morning as I heard a sound at the door this morning. My host family here in the West Country, where I’m doing my general practice rotation, joked that they would give me everything I needed during my three weeks here, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to be served in bed. Unfortunately duties had been delegated to Angus, one of the family cats, and small dead mouse has never really tickled my tastebuds…
