I’m going to have a haircut today, so last night I inevitably dreamt about how I may be losing my hair.

Yes, apparently the time has come for me to start thinning on top. The irony, of course, is that until recently I was shaving my hair off; it’s only now that I’m out and about that I’m getting actual haircuts again. It seems haircuts won’t be a problem in the future.

So there you go: once again, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone…

One of my long-time staff members used to work for The New Children’s Hospital at Westmead (formerly The Royal Alexandria Children’s Hospital at Camperdown), and she has in her possession a book from 1992 from there called Handle with Care.

Imagine her surprise when thumbing through it the other day, she came upon this photo: