Media Me

Tuesday, 23rd September

An extraordinary thing happened this morning.  About six months ago, I met a lovely woman whose husband is a TV producer.  She is also friendly with Rob Buckman, one of my childhood heroes.  He had written a book called Cancer Is A Word, Not A Sentence, and was looking for a female medic co-presenter.  She was going to put me in touch with him.  Six months down the line, I am looking through my mobile for another Sarah K's number and see hers, I toyed with the idea of calling her to find out what was happening, but decided that too long had passed.

You can see where this is going.  This morning I got up to find an email from her, timed at 23.06 last night.  Rob is finally in the country, and she told him about me, he wanted further details.  I sent him an email, and within an hour he emailed back, suggesting that we meet at his agent's tomorrow.  Brilliant, what with being made the medical spokesman for Breastlight, (more of which later), it's been a hell of a week.

We went to see Daddy again today, and it was a bit of a joke-fest.  My Ma had been to the dentist for a routine check up this morning, so Daddy asked her what the dentist had said...  'Open wide.'  I drawled.