So since this blog still exists in cyberspace I might as well keep contributing to it.
I've got new pictures, thoughts and tidbits to post, post-barcelona shall we say. I've only had brief contact with my spanish family and friends since coming home, partly because I've been so busy, partly because I've been forgetful and have no wi-fi to check my phone's whatsapp messages and some of its down to laziness I must admit..
However, I have been hit with a 27 page manual for Santi's third digital book on blood and bloodclots and stuff I don't understand, here's an excerpt:
Von
Willebrand disease (vWD) is a quantitative or qualitative defect of vWF. It was
described by Erik von Willebrand in 1926. For a long time there was a
conceptual confusion between this disease and mild hemophilia A, due to the
intimate molecular relationship between vWF and FVIII.
They basically want me to check the grammar, be a proof-reader, but actually I don't understand a bloody thing! I'll give it a go anyway...
So I'm back at ATC with most of the lot I worked with last year. Been fun, fast-paced and I've had the pleasure of returning back to some lovely places. And the weather is a hell-lot better than last years three-week rain onslaught.
I've been to scarboro', hull's old museums and a manor house called Sledmere House. The last being quite interesting, a lovely estate owned by generations of a rich family. The most interesting part was going into the Turkish baths room, where the guide told us the great-grandfather of the current owner had been a lieutenant in WWI and died of spanish flu in the war (which apparently killed more people than the war itself), and he was by all accounts a great man who would have gone on to be Prime Minister, or so the guide said. There was a large, impressive portrait of him and his wife. And there was some sort of weird, incense Shisha-pipe looking contraption of which they would smoke and get high. The rich love their drugs, time immortal.
I've also been to York which was a highlight. We went to a stinky museum about vikings called the Jorvic centre, of which we learnt that apparently the reason for blonde hair was because people used to wash their hair in Piss - which was a flea repellent of sorts. I was more interested with the whiskey shop next door, a delicious looking shop - the honey coloured mixtures staring at me from behind their glass cages beckoning me, "buy us, buy us", having no money is a good deterrent.
Here's some pics, cos again I'm out of time,
(pics to follow)
