An urgent message for he who dares
Our worthy champion of communal cares
Robert and Rosy will fly to the rescue
But best laid plans can flounder, I’ll bet you.
‘Sod it,’ said Robert. ‘Why’s he waited till last thing Friday? I bet he’s been sitting on it all week.’
‘What a life,’ scoffed Rosealea. ‘Where’s your commitment to the recovery ethos all of a sudden?’
‘Yeah, but, give us a fighting chance, eh?’ He poked at his papers and produced a yellow message, which had been there since Wednesday. ‘Ah, right yes. Dr. Pong-Ping reckons the Old Professor’s taken a left turn - can we expedite a Mental Health Act assessment and commission a comprehensive risk-profile-schedule type thing while we’re at it?’
Rosealea snorted. ‘The Old Prof.? He wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’d be more concerned about
