The little wife with the Gingham dress (shudder)

YES I may be working, and YES I may be sufficiently stressed that my adrenals are producing enough Cortisol to supply the Addisonian patients of the midlands, but I can still muster a brief retort.

Yes I feel that I might have slightly dropped the ball on that case there (dropped the ball with sufficent force that it is now feeling quite lonely sitting in the basement) *holds head in shame and makes mental note to log Mayhem's next major slip up*

As for the married couple arguments, I'll leave things be suffice to ask, who is it that owns a pair of hair straigtheners (not I for sure!)

The Africa trip is getting closer now (but so is our ICE exam!!!) and as a result my kit for climbing Kilimanjaro is beginning to arrive - it looks as if I'm almost entirely sponsored by Mountain Hardwear, and lets be fair, I think I should be given sponsorship due to the bright orange jacket. Mayhem continues to attest that the jacket is in fact a shade a red, and not orange. As I chap, I can only see in 16bit, (there's a reference for the computer literate) and thus I put it to the audience that the comprehension of the colour puce!?! AND hair straigheners firmly places Mayhem in the Gingham dress as far as our clinical partnership goes (GINGHAM DRESS!! Now there's a painful image that will require so serious therapy!)

I can now feel the exasperated laugh of our Jolly Consultant reverberating around my head, so in the manner of OCD prone to medical students, I must return to my compulsive studies, in order to ofset the obsession of a fair of failure

TTFN

Kaos (definitely wearing the trousers)