(Series 17, ep.35) Darwin guest patient of the week Talesha (Emi Wokoma) and Jesse had to work hard for the entire episode to try to persuade us that there was “something going on” between them behind Adele’s back – snatched conversations, Jesse muttering “Am I doing the right thing?” at every opportunity and making desperate attempts to keep Adele and Talesha as far apart as possible. We know that Jesse would never be unfaithful, though, because there is no one – no one, I tell you – who is as special, incredible or wonderful as Adele. Everyone says so, even if they don’t always appreciate her many talents. “All I ever deal with is wee, poo, pus and sick,” she moaned to Elliot, who reassured her that he also relies on her for teabags, shortbread and ring binders. Way to make a girl feel special, Elliot. Then he gave her Talesha to look after (Nooo!!! They must never speak to each other!!!), which prompted Jesse to run about with a worried look for a bit and wonder again if he was doing the right thing. He even asked for advice from Mr T (MR T!!!), a man who is properly qualified on this subject because he specialises in Lady Parts and he can knit.
It turned out that Talesha was a singer and part of a girl group Jesse had hired to sing ‘When A Man Loves A Woman’ while he proposed to Adele, and Mr T acted as ring bearer. The singing was rather impressive (and if Talesha’s that good now imagine how good she’ll be when she doesn’t have fluid on her lungs). Jesse seemed to be down on one knee for long enough to develop arthritis before the singing stopped and he could finally pop the question, during which time Adele was forced to stand still and maintain a surprised/delighted expression on her face. She still made him wait for an answer, though, and this necessitated a Proper Grown Up Conversation at the Window of Regret, after which Adele said yes, she would become Mrs Law. And to cap off a marvellous day, her test results from last week came back all clear. She’s free to resume her astronaut training just as soon as she’s finished calibrating the Large Hadron Collider. She’s so special.
From one special woman to another, and what was Sacha thinking when he replaced Chrissie with Essie? Their names are too similar for one thing, and recently Essie has taken to wearing the same exasperated/put-upon/superior expression when she’s around Sacha that adorned Chrissie’s face for much of their relationship. She had a right go at him for bringing her a chocolate-dipped wafer instead of proper chocolate. I can see her point, but any confectionery in a crisis is my motto.
Essie has “instincts,” and she’s not afraid to use them. Despite her instincts leading her to surely break all sorts of confidentiality rules by taking one patient to gaze upon some (unconscious) others and divulge their medical histories just to teach him a Valuable Life Lesson, she’s won the approval of none other than Henrik Hanssen. “People who agree with me are manifold,” he said (I agree with him). “People who feel obliged to agree with me in this hospital are in the majority.” Essie left his office following that speech with the kind of look on her face that’s usually accompanied by someone tossing their car keys a couple of inches up in the air and then catching them.
Which wasn’t what Fletch was doing, because his car had been clamped and his car keys had been confiscated. This happened while he was looking after a really annoying patient who’d collapsed in the car park. This was a Stereotypical Activist type of person (he had his own megaphone) who called himself Spike despite really being called Quintin. He acted more like a Quintin most of the time, but at least he tried to help Fletch get his car back. The person who really helped Fletch get his car back was Clifford (“I’ve been in your shoes and I know how tight they feel,” he told Fletch. Possibly Fletch takes a different size), who has also given him a bin bag full of duty-free ciggies to sell for profit. Is peddling death sticks really the solution to Fletch’s debt crisis?
Next time: I’m looking forward to this: Dr Valentine, meet Dr March.