The baby got the best welcome, her first glimpse of the outside world being Mr T (MR T!!!) and Dominic, whose reaction at a forced glimpse of birthing lady parts was a delicate “Eurgh!” It hasn’t put the lad off, though – he went back for a cuddle of the baby once the new arrival (middle name: Dominique – bless!) had had a bath and was looking more human. Is he getting broody? Possibly, but he’s still queasy about lady parts, resisting Mr T’s attempts to beckon him to a life in Obs & Gynae. Aside from Dominic, is Essie getting broody? Who knows? Presumably Sacha will be informed in due course.
On Darwin, Dr Oliver Valentine was being even more O. Negative than usual, thanks to it being Tara’s “anniversary.” It must have been her birthday, because she died in April so it wasn’t that anniversary. Anyway, he bought her a flower which he was going to place in the Linden Cullen Memorial Shrubbery, where they got married on that lovely day of fairy lights and smiliness.
He hardly smiles at all these days, and his voice is different too. It’s got a harsh edge to it that it didn’t used to have. Maybe having to work with a soul even more tortured than he is would make him cheer up? But no. The very sight of Dr Zosia March made him go even grumpier. Their first operation together didn’t go at all well, when Zosia made a slip with the sternum saw (we’ve all done it) and made a bit of a mess. She redeemed herself later, but by then she’d caused all sorts of aggravation by getting typically too involved with an ethically tricky patient situation.
Will it be a classic Mills and Boon case of Ollie and Zosia hating each other on sight (he has “no warmth or empathy” according to Zosia) only to fall in love a bit further down the line? Possibly. They’re being given every opportunity anyway because Prof Hope wants them to carry on being a team.
A team rather like Jesse and Adele (who couldn’t wait to remind Zosia that Jesse is her fiance, just in case Zosia had any Ideas). Jesse booked a surprise weekend to Paris, because he’s never one to shy away from a romantic cliché. We discovered that Adele failed her nursing degree module (shocking under normal circumstances because of her being Saint Adele of the Many Skills, but we have to remember she’s not been well) and preferred to stay at home and revise for resits.
Finally to AAU, where Lucy Mottica was back for her face improving surgery. I’m pleased to report she’s back to being quite snarly again. Raf was all excited because Hanssen was due to be watching the op through the glass in the company of one of these teams of silent dignitaries with big pockets, so there was a lot resting on it. Then new nurse Cara Martinez almost rained on his parade by getting Lucy’s psychiatrist involved. Was Lucy really ready for the surgery, given that she was only doing it to please the abusive boyfriend who’d caused the facial damage in the first place? To cut a long story short, yes she was, Raf impressed the Big Pockets in surgery, and Hanssen hinted that the funding may soon be his.
I’m reserving judgement on Cara for a few weeks – so far she seems like an amalgam of Mary-Claire (Irish, feisty), The Radiant Donna (cheeky, reads magazines) and Dr Honey. I mention Dr Honey because Cara was about to join the others for a drink but then her phone started to ring and she got a bit flustered and left, and I wondered if she had a small child at home. We’ll soon find out because if she does she’ll have to bring him/her to work soon to re-enact the lost staff child scenario. Or maybe she has a nasty husband (like Nasty Warren off of Casualty) and that’s why she got so upset on Lucy’s behalf? Or maybe she simply has a secret Nazi grandfather.
Fletch is being dragged deeper into a life of crime by Mo’s dad Clifford, who is the Del Boy Trotter of Holby. Last week it was cigarettes, and this week it was dodgy alcohol. When Hanssen caught them loading boxes of it into the lift, they had to pretend it was for a surprise party for Adele and Jesse. When Hanssen said he might drop in, they had to quickly arrange an actual party. Hanssen did drop in, and his face when he tasted the cheap imported booze was a delightful thing to behold. “Certainly clears the head,” he said.