I will write another book if I feel like it.
From James Herriot
I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.
I was helped by having a verbatim memory of what happened years ago, even if I can't remember what happened a couple of days ago.
There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.
For years I used to bore my wife over lunch with stories about funny incidents.
They can't find my house now because I keep it very quiet where I live.
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