Thursday 8th April 1993 Morning coffee break 11:30
Dr Lewis is pregnant. She told us this morning after coffee. Dylan and I did not even realise she was married. In fact, we found out later that she’s not which is even more shocking but, at least, it gives us both a glimmer of hope.
Dad muttered something about maternity leave and locums. He was in a bad mood for the rest of the day and refused to give antibiotics to any of his evening surgery patients.