Stamford St. Martins

1. Yesterday, I had my vocational day at the hospital, "cutting up." I was welcomed by Drs. Linda, Charlie and Chris. Life in the Urology Theatre is much the same as in the U.S.
   
2. Last evening, my hosts Pres. Helen and Martyn Gatehouse offered a home-cooked meal of coq au vin. We then went to the local theatre for a quality production of "The Pirates of Penzance," performed by locals in Stamford.
   
3. Our British friends have been sadly misinformed that the American Bloaks are malnourished. Every time we turn around there is another banquet or trip to the Pub. Southern hospitality could take a lesson from our friends across the Pond. A daily run has become an absolute necessity, to assure that the pants (oops, they call them trousers; pants are underwear) that we brought with us will fit at the end of the trip.
   
   

Tomorrow, we sing our theme song again, by Willie Nelson, "On the Road Again." We are off to Northampton. We look forward to attending the District Conference in scenic Torquay, 6 hours away at the end of the week. I spent my "free day" on the computer, preparing for our presentation that will KNOCK THEIR SOCKS OFF.

Now, we are off to a banquet hosted by Stamford St. Martins. Life is tuff.