I kid you not, that was his name. I didn’t know if I’d be too happy about a doctor with that name operating on my eye, but apparently, he was the best eye surgeon in the area. I grabbed a coffee from the waiting room vending machine and sipped. Yuck. It tasted like it had been sitting there for about a hundred years. Could you get Legionnaires’ disease from stagnant coffee? I didn’t fancy risking it, so since the brown sludge didn’t pass the Amber Fox taste test, I binned it and stared at the “healthy eating” posters on the wall instead. I knew all about the advantages of eating five portions of fruit and veg a day, but I had trouble with the actual eating part. Thankfully, I didn’t have to look at them long. I was just reading about how bananas are not actually a fruit, they’re a herb (wow – never knew that!) when Dr MacClueless appeared and shook my hand. ‘I’m due in surgery in ten minutes, so I don’t have long.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘What can I do for you?’ I handed him the consent form Levi had signed.
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