(Series 14, Ep.8) Good grief, I’ve been tardy with the review this week. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been away in Penrith visiting Joseph Byrne, but that would be a lie because (a) he’s fictional and (b) I haven’t.
Anyway, on with the business at hand. Following the previous week’s revelations about Dan and his complicated sexuality, Chrissie was, unsurprisingly, having a few doubts about their future together. She thought it might help if she got The Malick to clarify one or two points, but he clarified a bit too much when she realised that Malick and Dan’s locker room moment was about five minutes before Chrissie and Dan’s store room moment, which was (romantic, this) Their First Time. Chrissie had thought Dan was all combusting with lust over her, but now realises that the fire was actually started by Malick. Frankly, it’s not a flattering thought.
She had a wedding dress to try on (in the beautiful city of St Albans), and who better to take with her (since she doesn’t have any female friends) than the wonderful Sacha and their mutual child Daniel. Sacha was absolutely glorious, trying on a veil, giving a lovely rendition of something from Fiddler on the Roof in quite an acceptable baritone and just generally being adorable. How can Chrissie not see that Dan, whether gay, straight, bi or whatever, will never be half the wonderful human being Sacha is?
Henrik Hanssen treated us to a bit of Swedish this week, and he wanted to treat Sahira Shah the Registrah to a bit more Swedish by taking her to Sweden to a medical conference. She was going to go as well, because apparently the Stockholm opera house takes her breath away, but then she realised it was her wedding anniversary. So she told Hanssen he’d have to go on his own. Jac did volunteer her services. “I have a glittering array of pre-dinner anecdotes in my arsenal,” she said, and I can quite imagine she has. Hanssen, however, felt he would rather be accompanied by someone who didn’t have the temperament of “a disgruntled barracuda.” Jac thinks she and Hanssen are rather alike, what with being cool, logical types who don’t go all shouty and emotional the whole time like certain registrahs. They’d work well together. Hanssen was less convinced. “It’d be like staring into the abyss,” he said, with the tiniest shudder.
And Chantelle failed her driving test, which made her go all sensible and unsmiley for about five minutes, until Ric Griffin harnessed her sunshine to take care of a patient and she realised that being a joy spreader is her main specialism. And somehow she managed to get Ric Griffin to agree to give her driving lessons. Well, he didn’t so much agree as fail to disagree, which was enough of a green light for Chantelle. “Should I kiss you?” she grinned at the grizzled general surgeon. “Not… necessarily,” he told her.
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