Sometimes, someone forces you to think about the past.  That’s why, on a sunny Thursday a few weeks ago, I spent a morning remembering how I patched up the Kray twins’ bullet wounds, and kicked out a drunk Richard Burton from the ward in which I was taking care of Elizabeth Taylor.

Unusual memories for someone who works in insurance, maybe….

But this hasn’t always been my life and I had a good few decades of nursing under by belt by the time I started Westcountry Health Care.

I was reminiscing about all this for an article in the Western Morning News which came out this week.

If you’re interested in hearing more about my life before insurance, and the complete shock in 1998 which transformed my life, take a look at the finished article here.