Met some of my teacher colleagues last Friday in a village near home.

Walked in. Chattering.

Sat down. Chattering.

Looked up. Stopped chattering.

WHO  was sitting at the next table ?

None other than God of all Doctors (G.O.D.) As in Mr surgeon who has looked after me along with the other men in the boat. ‘Most surgeons think they are the best. I KNOW I am a the best’is his mantra.

G.O.D.!

He was jolly. We chatted but I drew the line at medical interrogation! He especially wanted to know which surgeon was looking after me. He thinks it’s Dipstick! I said not at the moment. He said: you must come and see ME.

My colleagues were intrigued.

I sent them a text (at the table)

That is God of all Doctors

G. O. D. HIMSELF.

Their responses ? OMG?!