She said: “Right. Well. Write down the date you decided that, because you’ll want to know it later.”
I thought she was being dramatic.
I wrote it on the back of an envelope that night out of pure irritation — 17/7/23, told W no — and put it in the drawer with the resignation letter, and forgot about it for two years.
Hollis Quayle has that envelope now. It is in a bundle, with a page number, as evidence of when I formed the belief and what I did about it, which goes to the question of why I signed in the February.
My sister, who is a dental nurse in Ellery and has never been inside a courtroom, told me in a kitchen in 2023 to write the date down.
Where things are.
I went back to clinical work on the eleventh of August, 2024, in a paediatric outpatient clinic, with a mentor sitting in for the first six weeks, which was not required and which I asked for.
