Memoir

I spent a lot of time naked when I was young. Young is an imprecise word. I’m not talking about my infancy in the 1950s when placing a babe on a blanket (sans nappy) for ‘sun kicks’ was an essential part of the daily routine; nor the toddler years when my tentative early staggers (again..

I’d been in need of a new doctor for quite a while – ever since Dr F, who’d shepherded me through several life crises over 15 years, had retired from general practice. I was seeking a doctor who wasn’t dismissive of complementary medicine, ‘a GP with naturopathic tendencies’ would be…