In the end,it was one of the quietest days we have had in a long time...only 86 patients all day...and although I saw 27 of them even I had a chance to relax.
Not really sure why it was so quiet...it was a beautiful day even if it was a little cold and most of the local yokels have received their unemployment cheque in time for the weekend...so we know that they were all out shop-lifting early for Christmas...
...the local football team,-Overpaid Losers United were playing (and losing) against the Millionaire Russian Rovers-,which might have accounted for a 2 hour downtime...
...but as the pre-Halloween dusk settled over the dystopian view from my office of the gas works,the graffiti-bedaubed tower flat blocks and assorted never-used cranes,it gave our little corner of heaven an even more "dark-Satanic-mills" look than usual...and the patients just stayed away.
Oh happy day !
So I blame Chakalaka really....she opened the bag of pretzels...
And Studdley McMuffin was sitting there with his hair all gelled up into spikes...
And so we decided to play a game involving trying to get the maximum number of pretzels stuck on the spikes of his hair.
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