At the beginning of the year I commented that 2014 was a year of scary life changes, including my husband’s retirement, my need to get a job and that, all being well, I would be a doctor by the end of the year. Well, one out of three isn’t bad. Is it?

The retirement happened, but I haven’t got a job and I don’t have my viva until the end of January 2015. So it has to be said that 2014 is ending with a certain amount of disappointment. But as I think about preparing for my viva in the new year, I am hanging on to the fact that sitting on a shelf, in my study, is a copy of my thesis: something that I couldn’t even have imagined ten years ago.