A dashing country delivery
My husband and I had just sat down to a steamy cup of tea when the phone rang and I was wanted elsewhere.
This time it wasn’t the hospital but a quiet neighbour who had never phoned me at home nor asked me for help before.
“My girl is delivering but it doesn’t seem to be going well. We can’t get hold of anyone else and I think she needs a caesarean. Can you come and help, doctor?”
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