... there is a note asking me to call Mrs Scott and remind her that she has an appointment this afternoon. Apparently she phoned yesterday asking the Monday receptionist for someone to call her
Hello is that Mrs Scott?
I'm sorry I can't hear you
Hello ... Mrs Scott? (louder)
I'm deaf I can't hear a thing
I'm calling from the Brain Doctor's (shouting)
Who are you? (sounding terrified)
I'M LULU AT THE BRAIN DOCTOR'S YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT THIS AFTERNOON (shouting fortissimo)
Are you the Brain Doctor?
I'm coming in today
YES - GOODBYE!
When Mrs Scott arrived this afternoon she said
Did you call earlier?
yes I did
I can't hear a thing - I asked everyone who phoned this morning if they were the Brain Doctor and I've got no idea who they really were
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