Trust Me, I'm a Vet: The Otter House Vets Series by Cathy Woodman

Author:Cathy Woodman
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780099543565
Publisher: Arrow
Published: 2010-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Death by Spiderman

‘Stewart hasn’t kept his appointment with Cadbury today. Would you ring him and ask him to make another one asap?’ I chicken out of talking to him myself because I feel partially responsible for the marital discord. I should have been more careful. By no stretch of either the imagination or the elastic would those pants ever have fitted Lynsey.

‘For Monday?’ Izzy says, picking up the phone in Reception while I tidy up after my last appointment of the Saturday morning surgery.

‘Today, preferably. Even tomorrow – I don’t mind opening up on a Sunday.’ It’s important, possibly more for my peace of mind than for Cadbury. A few more days of worrying about Cadbury, what Cheryl might do next and how I might persuade a few more clients into the practice, and I’ll be a nervous wreck. However, when Izzy does finally get hold of Stewart he’s tied up on the farm and the cowman is off sick, so it has to be Monday. I guess it’s all right – Stewart knows his animals.

‘Nigel wants to see you,’ Izzy says. ‘He’s in the office.’

‘Thanks,’ I say, sighing inwardly. I was looking forward to some time to myself.

‘I hope you don’t mind me saying, Maz, but you look whacked,’ Izzy says. ‘Why don’t I take the phones for you tomorrow night? You could walk Miff along the river to the Talymill Inn, have a bite to eat and watch Nigel and his morris troupe dancing.’

‘That’s very kind of you,’ I say, a little surprised.

‘You don’t seem to be coping with the pressure, and we don’t want clients complaining because the vet’s half asleep.’

Although put out by her lack of faith in me, I decide that a couple of hours without the phone sounds too tempting an offer to refuse.

‘What about you though, Izzy?’

‘I’ll be at Chris’s. I’m going to do dinner while he’s out on his tractor. I can’t believe how much there is to do on a farm on a summer’s evening.’

‘So you and him?’

‘We’re friends,’ she says coyly.

‘Well, if you really don’t mind,’ I say. I can see why Emma has come to depend on Izzy. I hope she doesn’t start looking for another job because of the situation here.

She smiles. ‘You’d better catch up with Nigel quick – he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Don’t mention the butterflies though – he’s got butterfly strips on his cheek.’ She giggles. ‘He caught himself with his fishing hook, would you believe. He says he’s going to be the compleat angler by Christmas. Complete wazzock, more like.’

‘Now he knows what it’s like to be a fish,’ I say dryly.

‘And he’s strained the ligaments in his knee, morris dancing. I told him he really shouldn’t take up such dangerous sports.’

Cheered up a little, I find Nigel is in the office, and of course my eyes are immediately drawn to the sticky strips on his cheek, and then to the pile of papers in front of him on the desk.

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