Shake hands with your doctor.

Watching a British comedy sitcom and drinking PG Tips English Breakfast tea this morning, I begin to think in a British accent.  Brilliant, yeah?  Sort of how I started thinking in Spanish in the Dominican Republic as a triage translator for the missionary doctors & nurses. What’s disrupting my psuedo-British misty morning is this “hold music” on the phone-line to my …

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