Why when there's sickness does it always seem to be the nurse that I'm meant to be on with? A man could gain quite a complex thinking about such issues; perhaps "she" just doesn't like me or (trying) to be positive perhaps she thinks I'm most likely to cope?
Either way I'm by myself for the week-end, trying to coerce a colleague to come in and do an extra shift or gain help from one of the other children's wards. Both a bit of a battle; who ever comes in understandably doesn't want to be there, so can't always be relied upon to work particularly hard.
Maybe she wants to watch the match; surely she must know all the children, families and staff will want to watch it also and it will be on. Not wishing to tempt fate, but I can't see it being a particularly busy afternoon, the majority of Staffordshire will be glued to the television and it seems that a half the city has taken a trip to Wembley. Perhaps we will see an influx after the game, injuries sustained celebrating or trying to imitate their heroes.
I'll report back ...
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