A funny kind of flu

One Monday morning in the winter of 1958 I woke up to discover that the flu epidemic that had been wreaking havoc in Asia was spreading across Europe and had reached our shores; so it was with a great deal of trepidation that I made my way to the surgery to have my worst fears confirmed. My partners and I shared the colossal visiting lists, my own allocation consisted of more than 30 calls. The morning surgeries were rushed through as …