(Series 14, Ep.18) As befits Valentine’s Day, much of the episode centred on the man we know fondly as Young Dr Valentine. He and Jac were up for an award for their therapeutic hypothermia project (or he thought they were) and, as happens occasionally with Young Dr V, hubris got the better of him and the glory of being a doctor up for an award overshadowed the everyday glory of being a doctor who makes people better. Not that he didn’t look adorable in a dinner jacket, though. But he got quite snappy with Elliott in theatre and was even brusque with Chantelle. Being brusque with Chantelle is like stamping on a kitten at the best of times, and was made even worse because she has a bit of a thing for Oli and his fabulous blue eyes. It was a love that could never be, Lleucu advised her, what with Oli being a doctor and being all posh and that, and Chantelle being Northern and a nurse. “You’ve been watching Downton Abbey again,” Chantelle said. Chantelle was believing in a classless Britain and a world where doctors and nurses could live in perfect harmony (hello! Chrissie and Sacha!), but then a patient made her feel she ought to be happy to be a ‘umble nurse and not get ahead of herself. And she fell out with Lleucu, because she thought she was making a move on Oli, when she was actually only trying to intercede on Chantelle’s behalf. Good grief, has she not read any Jane Austen? Ermm, probably not… I was glad Chantelle and Lleucu sorted out their little misunderstanding, though, because it’s always nice to have a bit of friendly camaraderie between the nurses.
Meanwhile, Dr Oliver Valentine was arriving at the awards ceremony just in time to see Jac (looking, in Oli’s well chosen word, “Wow“) picking up an award. But it wasn’t for the therapeutic hypothermia project. It was for “Mentor of the Year.” Say what? I can only assume that award was voted for by Henrik Hanssen or some other sadist, because Jac’s mentoring style is harsh, to say the least.
But do you know what? Gosh darn, it may be harsh but it’s effective. Oli may have picked up some of Jac’s bad habits (like referring to minions as “You”), but he’s turning into a heck of a doctor. He returned to the hospital to apologise to Elliott and was praised for his superb spotting of a super-rare heart cancer. “I shall continue to keep a very close eye on your future, Dr Valentine,” said Hanssen. It sounds like a threat but it was actually high praise.
Elsewhere, Sacha had money worries. He and Chrissie wanted to buy a lovely new house in one of the better parts of Holby (in other words not the Farmead Estate) and Sacha had an insurance policy that would just nicely cover the deposit. Only it wouldn’t, because he wasn’t able to access the money for several more years. But how to tell Chrissie and bring her dreams of a lovely school for Daniel in a leafy suburb come crashing to the ground? Sacha decided not to until he had a Plan B in place – he’s going to take up the slack on Michael Spence’s Tuesday morning Botox surgery. Selling his soul to the devil of private cosmetic practice for the sake of being in a good catchment area – oh, Sacha.
Best line of the night: Michael Spence was asked to give a talk about medicine to some of the local youths. “Do I look like a babysitter?” he complained to Eddi. “No,” she said, “You look like someone who sleeps with the babysitter.”
Next time: Sahira’s Invisible Husband Rafi becomes visible! This is him, here. And he starts work at Holby.
Posted by PLA (more Holby here)