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When your GP just isn’t a nice guy.

When your GP just isn’t a nice guy.

It hurt to breathe and I was sweating all over. “It’s just a cold. Stay in bed. You’ll be alright tomorrow if you rest.” Leigh’s cold symptoms only ever last about seven minutes so he didn’t have much sympathy. No man flu for him. He tucked me in, handed me the remote...
Healthy, strong, beautiful.

Healthy, strong, beautiful.

My eight-year-old daughter Georgia feels everything with the whole of her heart. When an ambulance passes us on the road, it’s common for her to get teary and anxious for whoever might be inside it. She loves deeply and hurts regularly for those who are struggling....