The bait dangles. Should I? Nah! Too easy.
The doc ambles down the ward, stopping only to feed a few tid-bits to the cats (he always carries a few cat nibbles for our furry friends).
Then he comes to Liz's bed. He stops again and examines her chart.
Looking over the rim of his spectacles at the oxygen masked figure before him, he moves to examine the gas bottles.
No. They are oxygen bottles. He thought they must be nitrous oxide, as Liz is having uncontrolable fits of laughter.
He notes that she is wearing earphones.
"Listening to that bugger, Les Barker, no doubt", he muses.
He hurries on toward the canteen, eager to consume lunch before his scheduled theatre appearance.
A rather exacting eyebrow-ectomy on Micca awaits.......and it's the anaesthetists day off!