Carry on Nurse Page #5

Because the 27th I went to see Grandma.

You came to fetch me at the station.

You couldn't have done that

with a broken leg, dear, could you?

- What difference does it make?

- Well, it must have been the next day, then.

Oh, right. So it was the next day.

- What difference does it make?

- Oh, Perc, do try and be reasonable.

Ha! Reasonable.

Well, I mean,

you've got to be accurate on these things,

otherwise, well,

anybody could write in and claim.

Marge, look, just you write it down, girl, eh?

Just get it down, that's all.

Now... Do you expect this incapacity

to last more than a week?

No, I'm er... I'm going to a dance tonight.

Oh, Perc, do help!

Well, it gives me the sick,

all these daft questions!

Well, they've got to know these things, dear.

Look! I fell off a scaffolding!

I broke my perishing leg!

Now what more do they want to know?

My father's chest measurements?

Oh, cor blimey. Now... Now...

Now, don't you start.

I can't help it.

It's too much.

You stuck in here, your leg stuck up there,

and I'm all alone.

I know. With three kids.

Oh, Perc, don't!

Marge. Marge, I'm sorry.

Now, don't go on like that, girl.

I get fed up, you see, stuck in here like this.

Oh, I know, I know.

It's not very easy for me,

and now you won't even help to fill the form out.

It's too much, Percy. It's too much for me!

Well... Well, look, I'm sorry, girl.

I'm... I'm sorry. Percy'll kiss it better, eh?

Um... Marge, I...

You'll have to come closer, girl.

You see, I... I can't move, you know.

Hm? Oh, untie my hand, nurse,

will you, please?

Not yet. You might fall asleep again.

Oh, take all these screens away, nurse.

I can't bear being shut in. Please.

All right.

Oh, my little boy.

Cor, you should see his right

when he punches our cat.

Ooh!

Hello. I'm Jill Thompson.

Harry Thompson's sister.

Oh, yes, of course.

Do sit down, please.

Harry's sorry he couldn't get here.

Well, he sent some books.

Oh, thank you.

Hm...

Problems Of Radiation.

Nuclear Physics Advanced Theory.

Oh, splendid.

What's this?

Wakefield's Practical Surgery?

- Oh, Harry must have put that in by mistake.

- Never mind.

Yes. It looks absorbing enough.

Yes, indeed.

You look pale, though.

There's no getting away from it.

Ah, it's probably cos I can't sleep.

- Being away from you, I expect.

- Ssh!

No, honest.

Well, you must sleep.

Ask the doctor for something.

- Don't be silly. He can't give me what I need.

- Bert!

Well!

I'm awfully sorry.

I do appreciate your bringing them.

Harry told me you live for your work.

Where have we met before?

- I have a curious feeling we've met.

- At home, once.

Oh, yes.

- How are you getting on?

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