25Next morning Vince went straight to Shirley’s consulting room. She was on the phone and motioned for him to sit. He dropped the letter from the Board on her desk and flopped into the patient chair.
‘Well, Cheryl,’ she said, ‘you just gotta take cranberries juice and drink more water to stop these UTIs. And after horizontal folk dancing,’ she added with a cackle, ‘have a s***h before you shut eyes.’
Shirley listened to the reply and rolled her eyes as she read the letter, then hung up.
‘Jeepers, Rooned. You in the deep doggy doo. I told you she was an FKL.’
Vince laughed in spite of himself. ‘FLK, Shirl. “Funny-Looking Kid”.’ This politically incorrect acronym was commonly used in the obstetric and paediatric worlds he used to inhabit to describe newborns of odd appearance.
‘Whatevs,
