(Series 30, ep. 15) Jacob Masters. He sounds like a superhero, doesn’t he? And there he is, 6’1” (I looked him up on IMDb) of solid muscle, lovely teeth and a winning way with a bandage. He also has a smooth way with the laydeez, as Connie Beauchamp can attest, having woken up with him and then allowed him free range of her kitchen to make breakfast (with limited ingredients – it’s fair to say Connie is no Nigella as far as keeping her pantry stocked is concerned).
Obviously he couldn’t resist showing off and making “sleeping with the boss” quips as soon as they got to work, and it was nice to see a glimpse of the old Connie as she slapped him down a bit.
The main storyline centred on a woman with motor neurone disease who’d made it clear to her mother and in her notes (and to Connie, who volunteers at her local MND support group) that she didn’t want to be resuscitated or ventilated. Jacob took it into his head that she’d changed her mind about this, and he was right, and eventually there was a happy outcome. Am I a very bad person for feeling cross that he was right, though? His behaviour set Ethan up for a possible malpractice claim at one point, but for me it’s just that I don’t really like Jacob. I don’t want him to be right. I don’t want Connie to go all silly and blinky whenever he’s in view. He’s smug and arrogant and I know he’s quietly nice to old ladies and that, but he gets on my nerves.
Elsewhere, not a lot was happening. There’s a higher band nursing job going, and Robyn was going to apply but now she thinks she’s not ready (plus she wants to do some fundraising for something). Lofty wasn’t going to apply, but now he thinks he is ready.
Dixie went to visit Jess from the Hardcore Holby Rescue Team, to float the idea that Jess’s daughter might be being abused by Jess’s partner. This went down as well as you would expect, but it did give them the chance to have a beverage at a place that looked like a canteen on Moon Base.
Charlie is helping Cal find his real mother, and so far has come up with the jaw-dropping news that Cal may not even have been born in Wyvernshire. Blimey!
And we dicovered that Christmas decorations are absolutely smothered with germs (ours certainly are – Mr PLA hauled them out of a damp shed yesterday and has been coughing ever since). New receptionist Jack Diamond, a man composed of tinsel and glitter himself, found his decorating efforts all being taken down to be replaced by some hygienic ones provided by the hospital.