Complaining about his first experience in the country, James Herriot starts out his book saying, "They didn't say anything about this in the books, I thought, as the snow blew in through the gaping doorway and settled on my back. No there wasn't a word in the books about searching for your ropes and instruments in the shadows; about trying to keep clean in a half bucket of tepid water; about the cobbles digging into your chest. Nor about the slow numbing of the arms, the creeping paralysis of the muscles as the fingers tried to work against the cows powerful explosive efforts." He clearly doesn't show any signs of enjoying his job, yet. Later on, on his way to Mr. Farnon, he remembers some of the horror stories told to him from experienced veterans, which had visited his college. One vet said," Never a night off or a half a day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney I left." And another remembers, " First job I had to do was pass the stomach tube on a horse. Go

Having finished helping a lamb with its birth a little past midnight James tries " to keep out the black thoughts; about those people I knew who were still in bed and would only leave it when their alarm clocks rang; and they would read their papers over breakfast and drive out in their cosy banks or insurance offices. Maybe I should have been a doctor-they treated their patients in nice, warm bedrooms."

A gentleman, back in the school days, told him " if you ever become a veterinary surgeon you will have a life of endless interest and variety." James thought "that old chap was certainly wasn't kidding, variety. That was it variety.

Variety is something you rarely get residing in the city. Every day you see the same buildings, go to the same office, meet the same people, and pretty much do the same work all year long. But as vet it's the extreme opposite. After a hard days work, Harriot wonders, " but then I might have been in an office with the window tight shut against the petrol fumes and the traffic noise, the desk light shining on the columns of figures, my bowler hat hanging on the wall." Living in the city doesn't come without its rewards. Even though you are a "slave" to the cities seemingly endless redundant, same way of life; it doesn't come without its rewards.

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Approximate Word count = 912
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