#mango meadows

Christian, being a Dog Lover, naturally had to have a dog.

Mango the Akita was the perfect fit! ♥

At precisely 5:30 every evening—give or take the elasticity afforded to senior medical professionals—they assemble. Not together. Never together. Coordination would imply effort, and effort, as they unanimously agree in principle (though never in practice), is to be avoided wherever habit will suffice. They arrive at Mango Meadows. The name, it must be clarified at once, is a triumph of…

Back at Mango-meadows. By the time I trudged into Mango-Meadows—our unofficial physicians’ decompression chamber—the sky had the colour and general enthusiasm of cold oatmeal. But inside, the familiar assortment of misfits was already assembled. Chits and Chats were arguing over who had the more traumatic outpatient clinic, Sid was absorbed in something that looked dangerously like optimism, and…