Doctor in Clover (Doctor Series Book 6)

Doctor in Clover (Doctor Series Book 6)

Language: English

Pages: 176


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Now Dr Grimsdyke is qualified he finds practising medicine rather less congenial than he anticipated. But the ever-selfless Grimsdyke resolves to put the desires of others (and in particular his rather career-minded cousin) before his own, and settle down and make the best of it. Finding the right job, however, is not always that easy. Porterhampton is suddenly rife with difficulties – as is being a waiter, as is being a writer. And writing obituaries is just plain depressing. Doctor in Clover finds the hapless Grimsdyke in a hilarious romp through misadventures, mishaps and total disasters.

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table-napkin behind a bread basket, and prepared to dash for the pavement. I’d almost made the main entrance, when Connie glanced idly round and spotted me. ‘Why, it’s Gaston! Hello, there! You dining here, too?’ Miles turned round and scowled. ‘Oh, hello, Connie. Yes, I am, as a matter of fact. Expecting an old school chum. Chap called Honeybank. Doesn’t seem to have turned up.’ ‘Charming little restaurant, isn’t it?’ ‘Oh, very.’ ‘You seem very dressed up,’ muttered Miles. ‘Going on, you

final glimpse of the lively lights of London. ‘Dr Wattle,’ I announced one morning, when I’d been enjoying three square meals a day for several weeks. ‘I wonder whether you’d mind if I popped down to Town this Saturday? I’ve just remembered I’ve got some laundry to collect.’ ‘My dear boy! Go whenever and wherever you wish.’ ‘That’s jolly civil of you. Awfully annoying, and all that, but I’d better make the trip.’ The following Saturday evening found me once again in the genial glow of

‘Our room’s that stuffy I daren’t draw a breath. Hasn’t been aired for years, if you ask me. And as for the beds, I don’t even like to think about them.’ ‘But if madame will open the shutters–’ ‘Open them? You try and open them. You’ll have to use dynamite.’ I was a bit annoyed at the elbowing, though I saw her point – fresh air is provided free in English hotels, all round the windows and under the doors, but in France they get some inside a bedroom and like to keep it for years. ‘And

stuck my fork into the sticky ginger bit, when the waitress said I was wanted on the telephone. It was Petunia, from her dressing-room. ‘Gaston, you must do something.’ She seemed almost in tears. ‘It’s Mum. Now she tells me I’ve got to marry Jimmy next month, and Sir Theodore’s to give it out to the papers tonight. What on earth am I going to do?’ ‘I’m terribly sorry about it, Pet,’ I apologized weakly, ‘but I really don’t see how I can possibly–’ ‘But, Gaston, you must. Oh. God, here’s Mum

shouts of ‘Mindcherbacspliz!’ On the whole, I was rather disappointed. It reminded me of the St Swithin’s operating theatre – the object of attention was illuminated with bright lights, it all seemed highly disorganized to the onlooker, there was nowhere to sit and rest your feet, and everyone not working was drinking cups of tea. In the far corner was a typical night-club, except that it had no roof and all the guests in evening dress were reading the morning paper or knitting. In the middle

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