'There's not a lot I can do if you didn't bring the, um-and-a, finger with you.' I remember it as one of those particularly cold mornings when the Port winds would whistle through cracks and creep coldly under doorframes--making not wearing socks particularly unbearable--when a pallid looking gentleman had wandered into my office and greeted … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1 →