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hand.
    “Not too much Dad, I know what your portions are like. I’ll
be the size of a house, by the time I go back home.”  Lucy sat down at the
table and played with a flower in the vase.  “What time did you two get
up?” she asked.
    “Ooh I’ve been up since seven.  I like to go for a run
early morning, but your dad got up about eight. He likes his bed more than I
do."  Richard came across and placed the condiments on the table.
"Would you like coffee or tea, sweetheart?” he asked as he ruffled Lucy’s,
already messy, hair.
    “Erm tea please, unless you’ve already made coffee then
that’s fine.”
    “No, if it’s tea you want, then its tea you shall
have.  Listen Lucy, I’m working the afternoon shift just for today, with
you being here, so we thought that maybe you’d like to come into work with
me.  I could introduce you to Callie, in readiness for your first day on
Monday. We could spend an hour meeting everyone, and then…well this magnificent
town of ours is your oyster, how does that sound?”  Richard put a couple
of tea bags into a small teapot for one.
    “Yes that’s fine Richard.  So, what is Callie like, is
she a typical doctor’s receptionist then?”
    Gerald laughed over at the cooker.  “What, an old
dragon that thinks she’s a doctor, without the training?”
    “Oi cheeky,” Richard scolded.  “I’m a doctor’s
receptionist don’t forget.  No, she’s not what you’d call “run of the
mill”, is she Gerald?”
    “No, let’s just say Callie is slightly different. 
Right it’s all ready to eat, so if you could take the plates over Richard that
would be great.”
     
    As they walked into the surgery later that day, Lucy was
amazed at how modern it looked.  An LED screen scrolled above the reception
desk announcing the wait time for each doctor, intermittently beeping and
displaying the name of the next patient.  The waiting area in front of the
reception was a series of chairs around low, round tables loaded with
magazines.  In a corner was a play area for children with a toy kitchen
and collection of toys and books. The floor was a gleaming hard wood, covered
with a large, multi-coloured, striped woollen rug.  A percolator bubbled
away in the corner, making strong, fresh coffee.  Behind the reception
desk, Lucy could see what looked like a state-of-the-art computer system. There
was a lack of filing cabinets, and cardboard wallets of patient’s notes that
she would have expected in a small town’s GP surgery.
    “Callie,” Richard called, moving behind the reception
desk.  “Where are you?”
    “Here I am Rich pet, here I am.”
    Suddenly, from a door at the back a vision of
unconventionality appeared, gleaming broadly and holding her arms out to
Richard.
    Callie’s bleached blond hair was tied up on the top of her head
with a massive pink bow, tendrils of hair escaping down the sides and at the
back.  She wore enormous, round, pink, spectacles, bright pink lipstick
and a white, cotton, gypsy dress with a huge pink bow at its waist, the
elasticated shoulders of which were pulled down to reveal pink bra
straps.  Lucy surveyed her carefully taking in every inch of Callie’s
eccentricity, right down to the pink clogs on her feet.
    “Why Rich pet, is this the lovely Lucy I’ve heard so much
about?” she asked in a broad, Geordie accent.  She hugged Richard to her
large bosom.
    “Yes,” Richard mumbled, trying to extract himself from
Callie’s cleavage.  “Lucy meet Callie Robertson.”
    “Hi Callie,” Lucy uttered, holding out her hand to Callie.
    “Hey pet there’s no standing on ceremony here.  We
don’t do that shaking hands clart .  Come
on, give us a hug.”
    Then it was Lucy’s turn to be engulfed into Callie’s
chest.  She looked over Callie’s shoulder to Richard and mouthed the word
“clart” quizzically.
    “It basically means shit around here,” he answered.
    “Why pet you need some fattening up, I reckon, don’t