The exam success of delight

In positive news, my daughter has passed her final exams at vet school, and will graduate as a vet in the summer.

In the brave new world where we like to inflict pain on ourselves because it is good for our soul, so having adequate doctors, or indeed food in the supermarket, is trumped by our desire to not hear foreign accents, she may well be pressed into service as an emergency medic; although we don’t like experts now so maybe morons in yellow jackets will take on the job instead.