Pseudocyst

The adventures and life of a Specialist Nurse in Upper GI and Bariatric surgery. If you then double and triple this by having a primary school age child AND being married to another Nurse then you have double the trouble….aehm I mean fun. Hobbies are playing chess, board games and being taxi for our son!!!

Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this blog are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

U9Tennis

  • The Bath U9 Tennis Expedition

    Disclaimer No children were emotionally harmed beyond the usual tournament-related character building. Opinions expressed are mine. The LTA does not endorse tears, McFlurries as coping mechanisms, or parents whispering “just swing through the ball for the love of god” into sports hall air. After the “glorious” success at the last U9 Grade 3 in Taunton Read more

  • Annual Leave… But No Rest for the Sporting Parent

    Disclaimer Parenting advice in this blog should not be taken as clinical guidance. Tough love may work in tennis, but it is not yet NICE-approved. Opinions are solely mine (and occasionally contradicted by my wife). Despite being on annual leave, life doesn’t exactly come with a pause button when you’ve got a child — especially Read more

  • Backhanded Compliments and Cheeky McD’s: Bideford, Round 2

    Disclaimer: All post-match snacks were ethically sourced from the McFlurry machine. No rackets were harmed in the making of this blog. Additional Disclaimer: Fish may have been shared. Chips were not. Last weekend saw us return to the sunny (and slightly smug) courts of Bideford for another round of U9 tennis — same ARC venue, Read more

  • Return to the ARC – U9 Tennis, Scorching Sun & Court 3 Superstardom

    Well, we’re back. Not just from Bideford, North Devon, but back at that special venue — the Atlantic Racquet Centre (ARC), where our son played his first ever tournament just over a year ago. Back then it was U8s, big nerves, little rackets, and a slightly confused parent brigade googling what “Red ball” meant. Fast Read more