Pixie McKenna: Practising in the limelight

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a doctor. My dad was a singlehanded GP so much of his practice was run from our home. We were tutored, as soon as we could talk, in how to speak to patients on the phone. If mum was putting clothes on the line and a patient rang complaining of a pain in their chest, we should ask was it going down their arm. If it was, we were not to delay and dial 999. I suspect as a 10 year old I missed a few pulmonary embolisms. Medicine was around me from an early age. It was inevitable I guess.

Wednesday: Caught the 6.45 am train to London. Worked at my clinic from 8.30 am until 1.30 pm, then took a taxi to the television studio for rehearsal of a new show. Had a cheeky glass of vino