Last August Kay took a year out of her career ladder. She'd done the two foundation years after university, needed to cement her training as a young doctor. The next stage was to sign up to two years' Core Medical Training - placements in hospital that would lead to her becoming a Registrar. But she's younger than the majority of her cohort and she wanted to see the world. So............ she took a year out.
First she worked as a locum for the last seven months in hospitals in London and Kent, earning far more as a locum than she would as permanent staff, AND she moved back to live with me. Both those moves enabled her to save vast sums of money which she squirreled away to fund her travels for the remaining five months. Last Wednesday her adventure began.
She is doing what a lot of youngsters do these days - backpacking around Thailand, Vietnam and Cambodia. In my 1960s head these are war zones. Places to avoid. It's like a future generation getting excited about a fortnight in Afghanistan or Syria. The world is a much smaller place, now it has cheaper flights and internet. But it doesn't stop me worrying. Thankfully Whatsapp, Messenger and Skype keep us linked. But it doesn't stop me worrying. I worry for England. She's with her boyfriend, but, even so, did I mention I worry for England?
She's home for a mere few days in April before Phase 2 of her travels - to South America. I guess I'm going to need a shed-load of hair dye by then. Those hairs are turning grey by the second.
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