A day when people in Cambridge, eccentric as they are, become even MORE eccentric and do all sorts of weird things. I actually met one medic couple who told me, ensconced in each others' arms, that they were going to celebrate this sacred day by quizzing each other on Anatomy in the library. (Exactly HOW they were going to, uh, explore anatomy, they didn't say, but I'd rather not know. --Ed)
This morning's Pathology lecture saw our lecturer (who, by the way, is a self-confessed sex addict and who is a GOLDMINE for funny quotes--wait for another upcoming edition of a post like this one --Ed) being interrupted by a loud yell from the rear of the lecture hall, as a medic ran down the stairs followed by a large gorilla, and presented her with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. (Okay, so the large gorilla was actually a RAG volunteer in a costume, but still. It's a GORILLA in a Pathology lecture. Spot the odd one out. --Ed)
The mystery in my previous post has been solved...NurseQuack WAS sent by HospitalPhoenix after all. He had dropped a pretty big hint in his Valentine's Day post, but I, uh, hadn't read it yet. Yeah, that's it. Donald Trump, who for a while now has been developing quite the crush on NurseQuack, was so overjoyed that he flew NurseQuack back to Trump Tower in New York to have a sumptuous seven-course Valentine's Day dinner.
HospitalPhoenix says here NurseQuack told her boyfriend she was on a nurse-prescribing course in Cambridge. She is. The medicine being prescribed to her is Donald Trump.
Happy Valentine's Day, folks!