Saturday 9 August 2014

Well, I'm glad you're out- er... back

All this talk about me coming home and having a car waiting for me put me in mind of this clip from a classic British film...


Obviously young Charlie Croker got off lightly; he only went down for two years, not twenty.

Marcia rang me out of the blue this afternoon and told me that Dr. Abel and his (charming) daughter Maya were coming to stay.  I wasn't quite sure what to say.  The last time I saw Dr. Abel, he was slashing my leg with a scalpel and then he and a beefy nurse tried to strangle it.  As one operation followed another in UK Marcia apparently told Dr. Abel that in the opinion of his esteemed professional colleagues in London, he was a butcher.  Now it is entirely possible that after my bloody encounter with him I may, as I limped away from his clinic, have suggested something along those lines but I never expected Marcia to attribute those sentiments to Doctors in UK and inform Dr. Abel on my behalf.

'Well that explains why he hasn't rung since I returned to find out how I am,' I muttered bitterly when Marcia told me what she had said to him soon after I got back. I never expected to see him again and was wondering just which doctor I could see now in an emergency. Dr. Abel was literally the family doctor, he's Marcia's cousin.

I dug out a couple of bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon and uncorked them to breathe before hauling out the ingredients for Lasagne.  Not knowing exactly when they would arrive, I thought an oven finished supper safest.  Pressed into military service, Dr. Abel had honed his craft during the civil war so I knew he could take a joke.  No doubt he would if not laugh off such a slight, at least just shrug it off.  He was coming to stay so that was a good sign.

I shook his hand as he walked in. 

'No need for me to ask how you are,' he said, 'since you have been treated by the finest Doctors in Europe.' 

Irony so dense it caused ripples in the Earth's magnetic field.





51 comments:

  1. Witch doctor to see in an emergency?

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  2. Doctors don't like to be criticised, do they.... Nor do painters.

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    1. You should have offered him a very rare steak

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    2. Oddly enough, I cooked them a lamb roast today (his daughter confessed yesterday evening to lamb being her favourite) and that was pretty rare....

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    3. A leg of lamb with its own cavity would vac dressing?

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  3. As long as he's not holding a knife or scalpel, I'd just smile sweetly. If he is holding a knife or scalpel, make sure you can run fast.

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    1. Me, run fast? Have you been reading this blog?

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    2. How is the leg wound progressing, or not?

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  4. That is so funny. I would have died of embarrassment.

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    1. I will die of something but it's unlikely to be embarrassment!

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  5. Dr Abel is a good name for a doctor - it's reassuring. Better than Dr Crippen or Dr Strangelove. Regarding teachers, I have had colleagues called Mrs Boreham, Mr Careless and Mr Gay. This is genuine. Good name for a mercenary soldier might be Mr Cash, Mr Bull or Mr Shooter. Did Dr Abel bring his own sterilised cutlery?

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    1. I believe he changed his name by deed poll from Mengele. My physics teacher was called B. O. Dawes but we rather kindly, given the options, referred to him as Bod.

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    2. Honest to god, I went to high school with a girl whose dad was an ob/gyn....his name was Dr. Finger.

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  6. Lamb, slow roasted in gravy and onions is simply the best. The gravy is just awesome. I thoroughly recommend you try it.

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    1. sounds delicious, how do you make the gravy in which to roast it?

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    2. I just use Bisto powder and cold water. I normally use about 3 pints/2 litres of water, add the chopped up onion and cook for about 4 hours at 150c. The smell of it cooking is mouth watering. The gravy thickens up (obviously) and tastes awesome. With the family away I'm cooking it for myself this week.

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  7. Was there a wry smile or just a swift kick to aforementioned limb?

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    1. He dined royally, declared his shock that the infection had spread so rapidly and agreed I took the best course of action. Amazing what a few bottles of wine and some good food can achieve.

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  8. How is the leg progressing?

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  9. The ripples to the earths magnetic field must have upset your internet connection. No communications from Hippoland for near two weeks. Hope the tigers didn't get you.

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  10. I reckon he's waiting for delivery of a new elastic band. Or been eaten by tigers. :)

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  11. Hmm. Should we be worried again? Where are you, Tom? It's been way too long since we heard from you. We need to know how that leg is going and what is happening in your world. Ground control to Major Tom.....

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  12. Almost a month now.

    Can you hear me, Major Tom?

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  13. Jeez, Tom. Let us know you are alive and limping. The silence is unbearable!

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    1. He did return my email and all seems well x

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    2. Good news, Going Gently! I have checked in every day (sometimes twice) hoping Hippo has a new post. It's well to know that he is okay.

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    3. Thanks John for the update

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  14. He's in prison for 'Not drunk, and not disorderly'. A disgrace.

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  15. Throw us a crumb Tom! Doesn't have to be a" novella", interesting as your long posts are; just a few words about how you all are…people are worried you know!

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  16. I have been in contact via the jungle drums. Tarzan Tom is healthy as is the rest of the troop. He is really busy around the compound and trying to purchase items for the restaurant kitchen. I think with the amount he is buying and changes he is making, he will end up with a kitchen shop rather than a kitchen.

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  17. I will get extra supplies of coffee in as I suspect that the next blog may be on the rather large side! Glad all is well.

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  18. Surely this is a site well worth seeing.

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  19. Hippo
    Are you gone and lost for ever???????????
    Come back we miss you

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  20. Tom, are you still in the land of the living?

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  21. Dude....lots of people are concerned about you! Where are you, Tom?

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  22. I check in every day, Tom and I join others hoping you are well. Please PLEASE assure us you are okay.

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  23. i think he had ebola and cured himself with a snakebite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  24. Typical just as I find someone elses blog to read that suits my Yorkshire humour the bugger goes and catches beri beri or ebola or something.

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  25. Come on Hippo; give us some news!

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  26. Being slightly worried about Tom's status I contacted a mutual friend who still lives in Angola (sadly I left there a few years ago)
    He bumped into and was chatting to Tom a few days ago at his neighbour's place, so he is at least alive if not updating right now.

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    1. OK, thank you D Mines. As long as he hasn't died , that's all that really matters !

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  27. Hi Tom! Hope life is going well for you, the garden is growing, the restaurant is flourishing, the kids are healthy and happy, and your own worn out body is hanging in there. XOX from California

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  28. Whatever the problem is, I will have a large coffee on standby ready.
    In the meantime, I will wish Tom and his family a very merry Christmas. And the same to all on this blog. Merry Christmas everyone! :)

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  29. Come on TOM................. Not even a Cherrio for Christmas

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  30. If I don't get the chance
    Happy new year to you
    Jxxxx

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  31. Merry Christmas and a Happy HEALTHY New Year to you and the family Tom

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