I would regularly visit a patient knowing little more than their name and address.
Before – using google mail and google search – I would regularly get at least 15 spam messages a day.
Queries were often varied and I would regularly write to government ministers too, to clarify a specific area of policy.
I would regularly carry in excess of $50,000 in my cargo-pants pockets to be handed over to sheiks and warlords.
I would regularly turn up to meetings with 20 or so people, all of them men, and be expected to take minutes and pour the tea.
And throughout all of this, I would regularly crisscross London in the early evening to help put our three young boys to bed before returning to Westminster.
I have wanted to be a physiotherapist ever since I suffered with several rugby injuries at school, I would regularly speak with physiotherapists and they always seemed to enjoy their job.
When I was growing up, I would regularly see short-eared owls in winter: on the north Kent marshes, in East Anglia, and once even on my local patch – Wraysbury Gravel Pits, just west of Heathrow.
Many years ago, I would regularly bump into the ascetic Rivette, at the height of his fame, eating frugally at a cheap Parisian self-service restaurant in the Boulevard Saint-Michel.
When I first arrived in Tarrytown in 1983, I would regularly shovel my own path, the paths of my two elderly neighbors and the path outside the Baptist church on the corner.
As a child I would regularly – to the fury of my father – retune our television to receive BBC Scotland so I could watch The Untied Shoelaces Show with "Tiger Tim Stevenss rather than that tepid stage-school littered pap, "Why Don't You?" Glasgow is miles better.
