Loitering

Bob had always wanted to be a doctor, but really couldn’t be bothered with 7 years of training, so he took to loitering in a white coat, waiting for an opportunity to answer his calling. If today didn’t bear fruit he would have to move on to phase 2 and implement the banana skin.

In other news it was a lovely surprise that J9 met me off the train and dragged me to the local for a quick pint. Quite how that turned into leaving the pub at 10.30pm I am at a loss to explain.