Twenty-Four – The Hospital ChatSaturday evening, 22 September, I was busy in the surgical theatre cleaning up after a procedure when I was interrupted by the sound of a side door coming open. It is often I am given assignments, but rarely am I bothered while carrying them out. Thus my surprise when Mrs Price, the matron, put in her head and demanded of the room. “Mr __?”
“Yes, please?”
She saw me beneath the light of the surgery table and recognition dawned in her eyes. “Aw. Mr __, there you are.”
The door came further open. Mrs Price entered fully and, even in the gloom around her, I could see she led the way in front of two blue uniformed, caped and helmeted, police constables. I don't mind telling you, in that instant, my heart felt as if it had ceased to beat.
She led the officers
