The doctor’s house wasn’t on a bus route. I had to pick my way through a waterlogged meadow, deeply pitted by the cattle, then through a wood alive with every kind of biting thing. But eventually there was the road, and the doctor’s house.
I’d asked during the online interview whether he was a medical doctor or a professor with a doctorate. It was only after the connection dropped that I realised he hadn’t answered. Yet the questions he’d asked me tested my knowledge of anatomy, so I guessed him something in the medical line.
But then, why would he want someone proficient with needle and thread?
crispina kemp 
For a stitch in time, perhaps, but you must be having some naughty idea, dear Crispina.
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I was thinking of Frankenstein
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Hmmm…my mind is going in all sorts of directions with this one! Nicely done, Madam.
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I thank you.
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Haha! Maybe he is going to create another Frankenstein monster
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My reply went astray. Yes, I was thinking he might be planning on creating a ‘monster’
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😂😅😉
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That was the one!
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Ha! I think (like Sadje) he is creating a modern-day Frankenstein! or maybe he is just looking for a proficient sucher-ist?
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My thoughts were Frankenstein. But I wanted to leave it open so everyone could have a guess at it
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Great tale – I’d keep a wide berth of that doctor 🧌
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