“All I can think about is having sat in that waiting room ahead of appearing before the medical tribunal and hospital board, looking at the thickly framed oil paintings around the walls. The men who have been commended. The hospital wings we walk down, named after men; the classical music we listen to in surgery, men. Their honours and careers seem less impressive when you realise they had full-time free childcare, a cook, a cleaner, launderer. They had wives.”