(Series 14, Ep.13) It was The Big Day at Holby. The day when they finally found out whether they’d achieve Foundation Trust status. It was a big deal, because without it they wouldn’t get funding for research and equipment and Holby would die a slow death. Hanssen was confident, though. He even had a bottle of champagne in the mini fridge in his office, as we could see from the fridge cam cunningly placed inside it.
The day didn’t start too well when the person who turned up to do the assessment was the horrible one whom I previously described as being “so stern he made Henrik Hanssen look like Graham Norton.” The day didn’t start too well for Irish Dr Greg, either, as he had a hangover and was put in charge of Darwin for the day. It got even worse when Sahira Shah the Registrah went off to pick up her adorable little son Indy from nursery and then news came in of a nasty car crash and a child with a coat labelled Indy was brought into the hospital. Greg went from being frantic that there was no Registrah present when the CTU Traumafone rang, to being frantic that the woman of his dreams may just have ended up tangled in some wreckage on one of Holby’s highways. Greg was worrying about Sahira, Hanssen was worrying about Sahira and Jac was annoyed that everyone was busy worrying rather than knuckling down and suturing arteries.
All this worry was a bit previous, though, because Sahira and her adorable son Indy were fine. She’d simply been at the scene of the accident and had been helping out, and gave the injured child Indy’s coat to wear. How we all chuckled and heaved sighs of relief. Greg ended up kissing her (again) then they had one of those “let’s pretend that never happened” conversations (again), and Jac finally got them to knuckle down to some artery suturing.
There was a feeling of deja vu hanging round this episode. As well as Greg and Sahira kissing and then pretending they didn’t care about each other (again), we had another of Chantelle’s attempts to be less sunny and more efficient (see results of last attempt here). Malick gave her an “effective directive” and told her to care a bit less. That was never going to work, even when faced with a patient with a particularly annoyingly whiny voice. When are Chantelle’s colleagues going to realise that her sweet nature is her biggest asset? Her smile alone probably has healing qualities.
The same can’t be said for Goth Dr Frieda, who was in a particularly grumpy mood because Dr Luc Hemingway had caused the self-styled Best Nurse in the Hospital to be transferred to another ward, and AAU is so much less amusing without Eddi and her comedy facial expressions. Dr Luc was not impressed with his first experience of the charms of Frieda. “Ukrainian. Six words for cabbage and not one for excuse me,” he said. Lucky for him she didn’t rush straight off to HR to file a complaint of racism. She and Dr Luc disgreed about the treatment of a boy with a squirrel up his nose (not a real squirrel – that would be difficult enough with a modestly sized red squirrel and pretty much impossible with the more common grey squirrel. This was a small toy one). Isn’t that the kind of thing that they would have whipped out in moments in A&E? Sometimes I don’t quite get the point of AAU.
Anyway, very much against the odds, the stern man was impressed and “Holby City now has ‘foundation trust’ in its title,” as Elliott proudly announced. And we were back to the fridge cam in Hanssen’s office, to see him withdrawing his bottle of champagne. Did he crack it open with the senior staff and enjoy a bit of back-slapping and banter about the day? No, he did what he usually does with his foodstuffs and enjoyed it alone, quietly at his desk. That man is no fool.
Next time: Sahira tells Greg she’s leaving, and it looks like Eddi may not stay away from AAU for very long.
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)