NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

New Year’s Party at all that night, instead, very boringly, I was
the only patient still up at midnight, when I and the three black
night nurses shook hands as the chimes of Big Ben went on the
radio that they had brought in specially. I was not at all tired,
having slept in, and looked set for another all-nighter. So I was
still awake at 2am, when only ‘Moses’ of the original three
nurses was still up – but seemed to be under the influence of a
seasonal drink or two, for he was falling asleep in the Nursing
Assistants’ Office! I strolled past the kitchen to the actual
Nursing Office, and saw the door was unlocked and indeed wide
ajar. There on the desk was an open invitation to a patient,
unable to sleep and aggrieved at suddenly losing all his
freedom having lost an entire Festive Season for the first time
in his life. In the middle of a small pile of files on the desk in
that office sat the ‘crown jewels’ of the ward – the totally vital
and nearly irreplaceable ‘prescription charts’. To me they read
as Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland down the spine, not
‘prescription charts’ but ‘Take Me!’ Not at all a thief ever,
totally unrehearsed and unprepared for this – indeed I took
them!!!
I dashed round the corner toward the kitchen, hoping to find
somewhere to hide the vital notes – and dropped most of them.
As I scooped them up I could hear that the noise had woken up
Moses in the room beyond the kitchen off the corridor – so had
no time to lose. Then, as I got into the kitchen clutching the
invaluable file, fate took a hand and directly opposite me, I saw
the only place literally in the whole ward to hide an A4 file that
the patients had access to - under the sink was a false panel
with a 1” gap under it, so I slid the file under it – turned round
fast enough, so acted completely naturally as if making a drink
when Moses came in. My thoughts had been, in the three steps
before secreting the vital file: -
1. The police or the media for these?
2. Definitely not the media! The police!
3. Now here is a chance to have a go at ‘Professor’ Whore
from ‘Which Witch Doctor?’ – still running the building!
I was indeed up all night after that, so witnessed all of FOUR
searches of the entire ward, after the morning staff dimly
realised they could not dispense any drugs that morning – the
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