ABSTRACT
It was the end of the eighties when I joined my GP practice. Fred Hackett had been working there as a GP for some years already. We tend to be, if I may say so myself, quite a progressive practice. We were one of the first with an electronic patient record and a direct electronic line with the main pharmacies around. We always made room to accommodate GP registrars or students. Our practice consisted of four to seven GPs, it shifted a bit over the years due to differences in working hours. With most I had excellent relationships. Of course we sometimes had a colleague who was just not my type, but the group was large enough for this not to be a problem. I had always been fond of Fred. He was affectionate, funny and always prepared to take over your on-call shift if something came up. An ideal colleague and the type of GP I would want to go to myself. At least, that was how I felt all those years.
