“You're going to have to come over morning and night to let me put it on for you,” Sheila explained, “Unless you've got some woman over there that can do it for you.”
“Bloody hell,” Roland cursed, “That's all I need, Sheila Hannigan bum doctor extraordinaire!”
“Well, it's either that or ask your Da,” Sheila chuckled, “And somehow I don't think that's an option.”
“No, it's not,” he conceded, “This is unbelievable.”
“And you've no idea how you got it Roland?”
“Not a clue,” he relented, shaking his head and bending over, “Come on Sheila, get it over with.”
A week or so later, having seen to it that her patient's rash was completely clear and that he no longer needed to come over for twice daily treatment, Sheila was packing up her belongings ready for the next move. The following mornin
