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True story: Stealing from an ITU doctor.

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First, the dark side. Tom is an anaesthetic registrar currently working in ITU (you can read his interview here:  https://fidzbit.blogspot.com/2020/03/real-people-tom-anaesthetic-registrar.html ). Yesterday, after a gruelling 13 hour shift, he discovered that some kind soul had cut through his bike chain and stolen the bike which he uses to get to and from work every day - from right outside the hospital. Trying to give the benefit of the doubt, the best spin I can put on this is that they were rushing home to applaud NHS workers with their neighbours and, without the use of a stolen doctor’s bike, would not have got there in time. Now, the bright side. This story was shared online and, within a couple of hours, Team Ineos’ cyclist Luke Rowe stepped in and promised to give him a replacement bike. It should arrive in time to get to work on Monday. There is a good chance that the new bike will be much better than the old one. Hats off - or maybe, helmets off? - to him, that is a genu

Sabbath Longing - Psalm 27:4

Today is Palm Sunday. I don’t fast for Lent but, by this point in time, I imagine that those who do are really beginning to crave chocolate. There is something about abstinence  - forced or voluntary - which makes us hunger and thirst for the thing we are lacking. As they say, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. The new highlight of my day is the 30 minutes exercise and essential shopping trip. In normal times we might try to avoid the menial chores  (“It’s your turn, I did it yesterday”) but it will probably not be long before my wife and I are competing over who gets to go and buy the milk! Granted this is all pretty mundane but you don’t need to be locked inside for too long before you start appreciating little tastes of the freedoms we normally take for granted. Psalm 27 describes one of the times when David was stuck in the wilderness being hunted like an animal by his enemies. It would have been completely natural for him to start craving his bed, missing his family, and