‘Any chance of getting me a couple of double scotches?’
She laid her head on her arms and said: ‘I wouldn’t know how to do that.’
‘Sabs,’ I replied, ‘if you really want to get your angel badge grade one, you might try.’
Tonight I have scotch but no exemplar of the nursing profession to afford me confidence in making it through the night. Oh well, life’s never perfect, is it?
And it occurs to me that I might make the effort to change the subject.