A Catalogue of Things I Neglected to Mention:

• seeing a pickled giant squid in the storeroom of the Natural History Museum

• meeting one of wizards from the upcoming Harry Potter movie

• the gift of a Maltese guidebook from a dying man

• unwrapping Abdu’l-Baha’s reading glasses

• a newfound addiction to scones with cream and jam

• eating humous and carrots with an actress from Atonement

• the scent of boiling candied peanuts

• a sudden poke from a patient and the comment, “you’re very white!”

• backseat driving on the other side of the road

• Golder’s Green on a Saturday morning (you might as well be in Israel)

• discussing George III’s blue urine with his doctors

• galloping Yorkshire hares - they were the size of dogs!

• BBC 1, BBC 2, BBC 3, BBC 4

• having a patient yell at me when I told her the date

• minding the gap. Always minding the gap.

• strolling above the tree-tops at Kew Gardens

• attempting to cure loneliness by a hearty walk and finding myself hopelessly lost in Hampstead Heath. In the rain. “I was molested there,” my co-worker told me.

• crossing Abbey Road at dusk

• James Herriot’s picture books come to life at a Yorkshire country fair

• looking like an idiot because I don’t understand British terms

• looking like an idiot because people can’t understand what I’m saying because of my Canadian tongue. “It’s a shark’s tooth” “a shrik’s what??” “a shark’s tooth. the tooth of a shark.” “what’s a shirk?”