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On the last night of our honeymoon in
Venice, Sue and I took the vaporetto to St
Marks and then walked back the short
way to Harry's Bar. As you enter Harry's,
everybody turns to look at you in case
you're somebody famous, but they were
disappointed in our case. We didn't stay
long, as I'd been feeling a bit crook. It
wasn't the vapours of a late-Autumn
Venice, or some dodgy fish - it turned out
to be pneumonia. Back home, the London hospital I worked in as a network engineer
wouldn't let me back into work until St George's (where I was sent) confirmed that I
didn't have tuberculosis. The suspicion arose because the Mayday Hospital, in Croydon,
where I worked, was situated in a TB blackspot and already housed a number of cases.
Migrants - who usually hadn't been screened for TB at the border - queued for their
domesticity papers in Croydon, hence the local blackspot. So I had an enforced 6-weeks
off, which put a strain on my few work colleagues, as they had to cover for my overnight
on-call duties.
But it gave me time to start collating my portfolio in readiness for retirement in about a
year. So this, my last shot of Venice was the first of my portfolio pictures, and, although a
bit cheesy, is still one of my favourites.
On the last night of our honeymoon in Venice, Sue and I took the vaporetto to St Marks
and then walked back the short way to Harry's Bar. As you enter Harry's, everybody
turns to look at you in case you're somebody famous, but they were disappointed in our
case. We didn't stay long, as I'd been feeling a bit crook. It wasn't the vapours of a
late-Autumn Venice, or some dodgy fish - it turned out to be pneumonia. Back home, the
London hospital I worked in as a network engineer wouldn't let me back into work until
St George's (where I was sent) confirmed that I didn't have tuberculosis. The suspicion
arose because the Mayday Hospital, in Croydon, where I worked, was situated in a TB
blackspot and already housed a number of cases. Migrants - who usually hadn't been
screened for TB at the border - queued for their domesticity papers in Croydon, hence
the local blackspot. So I had an enforced 6-weeks off, which put a strain on my few work
colleagues, as they had to cover for my overnight on-call duties.
But it gave me time to start collating my portfolio in readiness for retirement in about a
year. So this, my last shot of Venice was the first of my portfolio pictures, and, although a
bit cheesy, is still one of my favourites.
On the last night of our honeymoon in
Venice, Sue and I took the vaporetto to St
Marks and then walked back the short
way to Harry's Bar. As you enter Harry's,
everybody turns to look at you in case
you're somebody famous, but they were
disappointed in our case. We didn't stay
long, as I'd been feeling a bit crook. It
wasn't the vapours of a late-Autumn
Venice, or some dodgy fish - it turned out
to be pneumonia. Back home, the London hospital I worked in as a network engineer
wouldn't let me back into work until St George's (where I was sent) confirmed that I
didn't have tuberculosis. The suspicion arose because the Mayday Hospital, in Croydon,
where I worked, was situated in a TB blackspot and already housed a number of cases.
Migrants - who usually hadn't been screened for TB at the border - queued for their
domesticity papers in Croydon, hence the local blackspot. So I had an enforced 6-weeks
off, which put a strain on my few work colleagues, as they had to cover for my overnight
on-call duties.
But it gave me time to start collating my portfolio in readiness for retirement in about a
year. So this, my last shot of Venice was the first of my portfolio pictures, and, although a
bit cheesy, is still one of my favourites.

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On the last night of our honeymoon in Venice, Sue and I took the vaporetto to St Marks and then walked back the short way to Harry's Bar. As you enter Harry's, everybody turns to look at you in case you're somebody famous, but they were disappointed in our case.  We didn't stay long, as I'd been feeling a bit crook. It wasn't the vapours of a late-Autumn Venice, or some dodgy fish - it turned out to be pneumonia. Back home, the London hospital I worked in as a network engineer wouldn't let me back into work until St George's (where I was sent) confirmed that I didn't have tuberculosis. The suspicion arose because the Mayday Hospital, in Croydon, where I worked, was situated in a TB blackspot and already housed a number of cases. Migrants - who usually hadn't been screened for TB at the border - queued for their domesticity papers in Croydon, hence the local blackspot. So I had an enforced 6-weeks off, which put a strain on my few work colleagues, as they had to cover for my overnight on-call duties.
But it gave me time to start collating my portfolio in readiness for retirement in about a year. So this, my last shot of Venice was the first of my portfolio pictures, and, although a bit cheesy, is still one of my favourites.
This bronze-like sheen has the same colour as much of the picture

This bronze-like sheen has the same colour as much of the picture

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