(Series 16, ep.6) “After the year I’ve had…” Chrissie kept complaining throughout this episode, and I think we were meant to sympathise with her and think, “Yes, Chrissie love, you have had a horrible year and you deserve to run off into the sunset with the most attractive American medic in the hospital.”
But instead of thinking about poor Chrissie’s breast cancer problems, and My Son Daniel’s traumatic bone marrow donation and Sacha’s deception re same, all I could think about was how horrible she’s been to Sacha. It was left to the ever-wonderful Jac to sum up the car crash that has been Sacha and Chrissie: “You sleep with him – you break his heart. You have his child – you break his heart. You literally beg him to marry you and you break his heart. And now you’ve even found a way to divorce him, yet still give him a little bit of hope so you can break his heart again.” It was all true, and Chrissie wandered through the episode being as smug, self-righteous and manipulative as she has been recently.
I was glad that writer Patrick Homes used the device of having Chrissie sorting through a box of ID badges of former colleagues to remind us that Chrissie hasn’t always been so annoying. Seeing Owen’s face again reminded me of the episode when she lost her baby, which is etched permanently on my mind as the Holby episode that made me cry the most. So many faces from different eras of Holby highlighted what an important character Chrissie has been, and in that sense it was a beautiful send-off for her. And, thank goodness, she didn’t take Michael Spence with her.
It would have been more useful if she’d taken Malick, because frankly his behaviour is getting a bit difficult. Digby thinks he’s having a nervous breakdown. He ought to put Saucer on the case – she likes to psychoanalyse people and she’d probably tip Malick right over the edge. Malick spent most of the episode trying to live his surgical life via the medium of poor Digby, his chin practically balanced on the lad’s shoulder while he was trying to operate. On the up-side, Digby did get to have a go on the Gastroscopy Simulator, which looked to be such fun I’m going to ask Santa for one for Christmas.
On Darwin, in case we were under any illusion that Mr T isn’t the nicest person in the world (maybe jointly with Sacha), Mo confirmed it. “You really are the nicest person in the world,” she said. Obviously he is – he loves Mo, and he can knit. He can even make pom poms! Mo is still resisting him, but when she’s feeling mellow after a mince pie and a glass of sherry at the staff Christmas do – well, I’m sure she’ll see the advantages of a man with charm, humour and an intimate knowledge of the workings of the female “downstairs” (I don’t mean Chrissie, I mean gynaecologically-speaking).
Next time: There’s a new Guy in the hospital.