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I need someone in my life. I need a girl to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Don't somebody tell me what I've done wrong.

His name's Adam Carnegie, matron.

And he comes very highly recommended.

A very astute administrator, I'm told.

A lot of experience, considering his age.

Would you like to take a piece?

No.

I do hope you and he find it easy to get along together.

There may be some areas of friction.

But I...

I wasn't happy about a new man taking total control of the hospital.

So, although Mr Carnegie is the new administrator, he will not be taking

head of the Middlewich Trust.

You're keeping that on?

No.

I was rather hoping that you would.

Me? No one knows this hospital better than you, Matron.

Or has its interests nearer to their heart.

The papers are all ready for you to sign, if you agree.

I'd be honoured, Mr Middleditch.

There's some smashing stuff in here.

Cheaper than in the shops, you know.

Any time you want me to order out for you?

Sometime, maybe.

There's plenty of wire left in these yet.

Can I help you there?

No, thank you. I'm Adam Carnegie, hospital secretary. I'm just having a

around.

That was the new man.

Oh, Ronnie, I've been out long.

Well, I know, but couldn't you have been doing something more nurse -like?

Oh, well, never mind.

Nurse Davenport, could you take over in casualty for me, please?

Yes, sister.

And Mrs.

Leadbeater called to say she thinks the little one's got a hooping cough, but

Dr. Goodwin's out of a traffic accident.

Fine, just added to the list. Oh, no, I've nearly finished. I'll do that one

you like.

No, no, I'll do it. Gordon, it's at the top of Royal Crescent Court.

I'm perfectly capable.

Thank you.

Yes,

Frankie.

How are you doing?

Not bad.

I wish there was something I could do.

Yeah, well, there's not.

Unless you can bring back Meryl.

Frankie, first of all, present call, all right?

She told you to let me drive.

You haven't been so stubborn.

The lad on your new jumper.

Hello, there.

I'm Dr. Goodwin.

What's happened here, then?

Oh, we were just driving along.

He braked.

I told Charlie to slow down, but he didn't. He went straight into the back

him. I hit my nose on the front seat.

I was only doing ten miles an hour.

So how did... He got out to have a go at the other driver, and that one ran

straight into him.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'll take you in the ambulance.

You two follow on in the car and I'll look at you at hospital.

This way.

Oh, it's going to be such a lovely day.

This is so depressing.

You got a good price for your house, didn't you?

Yeah, but I don't have an home anymore, do I?

It's red with handles.

Hurry up, will you? I want to get locked up and out before anyone finds out what

we've got down here.

I need my vanity key.

All right.

Is this it?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Oh, and I'll take this as well.

Oh, Lizzie, love, there's no room.

I'd hope if we bagged up the doll's house and all my old toys.

Your mother wouldn't like it.

She doesn't like much, does she? Still treats me like a little girl.

It's lovely having you back home.

Hey, has someone come in?

Mr. Hopkirk?

Aye, that's me.

Would you come and give me a hand with something, please?

Well, go on, you heard the man. Give him a hand.

What was it you wanted a hand with?

And you must be Alan.

Well, that's the social niceties over with. Who the heck are you?

Adam Carnegie, your new boss.

This way, please.

Right, well, I don't think you have the broken nose, Jenny.

We will do an X -ray to be on the safe side, but I think you are going to have

pair of lovely black eyes for a while.

Oh, dear.

Could have been a lot worse, you know.

I'm getting married soon.

I can't walk down the aisle with two black eyes.

When's the big day?

The 20th.

That's what we were doing this morning.

It was the last fitting for my wedding dress.

Well, I think the bruising should have gone by then, or at least there'll be

anything that a little bit of make -up will be able to cover up.

Hmm.

Right, we'll have it cleaned and stitched up and down to x -ray, I think.

Oh, hold on.

There's just some grit left in the wound.

Thank you.

All right.

Oh!

Sorry.

Did that hurt?

No, it's fine.

Right. Well, there doesn't seem to be any serious damage.

Good.

Um, I would like to admit you for 24 hours, though.

It's just routine when someone's taking a knock to the head.

It's not a problem, is it?

No, of course not.

It wasn't a serious accident.

It's just annoying.

I told Charlie he shouldn't be driving.

How's Jenny?

I'm Rob Thornton, her fiancée.

Oh, right. Well, Dr Weatherall's been looking after her, but I don't think

there's any problems.

You can go through if you like.

How's Charlie?

Oh, he's just kept him breezy.

I'm sorry, but was there any particular reason you told your husband that he

shouldn't drive?

I mean, he had not been drinking, had he? No.

He's just been...

He's in his own world half the time these days.

He does stupid things.

Just being clumsy.

Yeah. Well, you can take Jenny home when she's ready.

But I'd like to keep Charlie in overnight.

Surely that won't be necessary.

We've made arrangements for tonight.

Well, I think it's for the best.

Just to be on the safe side.

Do you remember the day the princess came?

Vividly.

Then I put a hole in my stocking two minutes before she arrived.

Come in.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Ah, Mr Carnegie, come in, come in, come in.

We were just chatting about old times. A lot to chat about, I dare say.

Look, I shan't unpack until I move in, of course, but I wonder if I could just

leave a few things out of the way, please. Of course.

Thank you, thank you. Come in, gentlemen.

And over there in the corner, please. Thank you.

Thank you.

You can manage.

Oh, I know. I'm just getting some fresh air.

I'm sorry.

Doc, it's five flights, you know.

I can manage.

I'm not going to help you. I'm not going to touch you. I'm just going to carry

you back, all right?

Occasional involuntary movements, you know, hand twitching, facial

He seems uncoordinated as well.

Well, that could be a number of things.

It could be why he crashed his car.

His wife certainly thinks so.

Well, there's the library. Help yourself.

Have you spoken to him about it?

Not yet. I'm keeping him in, but I haven't told him why.

I thought I'd arm myself with some information first.

Oh, talking of patience, when does Gordon have his cast off?

Tomorrow. And I'm here to tell you, Jeff, it won't be a day too soon.

That's me, Hope.

I'm due on the golf course in half an hour.

Is that ghastly man Jefferson still the secretary there?

You two never hit it off, did you?

Never mind. Once you're settled in Scotland, you'll be surrounded by

courses. Well, I shan't be spending all my time up there.

You still have time for a few rounds, though, won't you? Lucky man.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

You'll enjoy that.

What, playing golf?

Heaven forbid.

Most tedious game in the world, if you ask me.

Oh, er... What?

Tomorrow, Matron.

What about it?

Well, I don't wish to appear presumptuous, but when one retires, it

uncommon that some form of presentation is made.

Not uncommon at all, Mr Middleditch.

You wouldn't by any chance know what sort of presentation is planned?

I would, yes.

It wouldn't be... It's not golf clubs, is it?

Mr. Middleditch, my lips are sealed.

So, we're the only ones pulled hard enough to breathe the elements, eh?

Well, good luck.

You might need it with a breeze like this.

You'll be driving all over the place.

Well managed.

Bit of fresh air in the lungs, eh?

Just the ticket.

Come on, Gerald.

Chilling a stroke?

Yes. Four.

Oh, good shot, old boy.

Right. Well, this is not whooping cough.

Oh, thank goodness.

It's just a bad cold, that's all.

Can I have my crutches, please?

Thank you.

Right, now, just give him one junior aspirin every four hours until he feels

better. Can I get a prescription for that?

No.

Sorry, I was only asking.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to see some patients who really are ill.

Well, there's no need to be like that.

If you really had had whooping cough and I hadn't called you and he'd got really

ill, then you would have said, why didn't you call me earlier?

I probably would.

I'm sorry.

There's not many people with a temperature of 9 .86, is there?

How's the head feeling?

A bit sore.

My fault, really.

She's never got out of the car to have a pop at that other driver.

So what happened?

Did he stop too suddenly or were you driving too close?

I just wasn't paying attention, that's all.

Mind on other things.

Like how much Jenny's wedding's going to cost you, eh?

Aye.

Look, Doctor.

What have you kept me in for?

I'm fine.

Well, sometimes, after a knock to the head, injuries can take a while to show

up, that's all.

Look, I'd know if there was something wrong with me.

Possibly.

What are you staring at?

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

I can't help my face, can I?

I didn't know you better, Gerald. I'd say you were trying to lose the liberty.

Very droll.

Tell me something, Charlie.

How long has this been going on?

A while.

And has it always been like this, or has it been getting worse?

Nothing I can't handle.

On the other hand, if it's affecting your driving... Look,

there are several conditions that cause these sort of movements.

Some less serious than others.

Some are hereditary.

Do you know of anyone else in your family who had similar symptoms?

I am not going mad.

So who did go much, Ollie?

You always use a new ball.

I'll lose even more money to you.

Over my dead body.

General, look out there!

What?

No! How was Nurse Dean

coming along?

She'll be fine.

She's just a bit nervous.

You know, coming back to the job after all this time.

Probably surprising.

Is Nurse Davenport in casualty today, is she? Yes, Mitram. Well, let's try Nurse

Dean there tomorrow, shall we? See how she gets on.

I'm afraid Staff Nurse Taylor will be a hard act to follow.

Indeed she will.

My father started acting strange like this when he was...

Late 40s.

Got worse and worse.

He ended up losing his mind.

Did the doctor tell you when it was?

He never saw a doctor.

He didn't talk about madness in those days.

Not in my family.

My mother was so ashamed.

It was like... Like it was a weakness.

Not a failure.

You'd done something wrong to deserve it.

So what did she do?

She looked after him for a while, till he couldn't walk and needed to be fed.

Then she put him in a spare bedroom, got a nurse in to look after him.

Then she called her a companion, so no -one would know how bad it was.

Does your wife know about this?

Will you tell your wife that your father was mad?

Oh, you're not telling me I'm going to go the same way as him?

It's not madness, Charlie.

I think it's a condition called Huntington's chorea.

It's a degenerative disease.

Current thinking is that it's caused by a faulty gene.

Can you cure it?

No.

But what we can do is give you a great deal more care than your father had.

I know this is a huge thing to get to grips with.

I'm going to be in the hospital tonight. If you want to talk or ask any

questions, just have the company.

Give Sister Bridget a shout and she'll come and find me, all right?

Oh, Lord.

Right, come on.

I'm not having you die on me just because you want me to.

Okay.

Right.

Can't have you choking on your own tongue.

be with you in just a second.

There.

Nurse Dean.

Make sure they invite you to do a day in casualty tomorrow, please.

Yes, sister.

Thank you.

Can I help you, Mr. Carnegie?

Oh, as you are, nurse. I'm just having a little look around.

I'm not a nurse.

I'm Sister Bridget.

I do apologise, Sister.

Well, I never... At least you can't say we're not nerfed like enough this time.

It's about time we had some half -decent round here to have a look at.

A bit full of himself, isn't he?

You can't blame him, can you, when he looks like that?

Bear with me.

I'll be with you in a sec.

Improvise something here.

Sorry to take liberties.

Thank you.

Can you hear me?

You're going to have to stay here while I go and see if I can find some help.

No! God's bothering hellhounds and all the fires of eternal damnation!

I think we might be in a bit of a pickle.

Do you get on with your mum, Doctor?

Um, well, put it this way, I wouldn't want to live with her again.

Tell you what, Doctor Weatherill, you could do me a favour and write a note

my mum.

Oh, yeah, why?

Telling her that people don't automatically turn into hippies and

they eat a bit of salad now and then.

Oh, there you are.

What's been to think you got lost?

What?

Well, you were just a long time out on your own, that's all.

That's what, when you're hobbling up and down stairs all afternoon, it does take

a long time. Well, I did offer to do the Ledbetter visit for you, didn't I? Yes,

I was more than capable of doing that on my own, thank you. I was just across at

the Superwoman, didn't seem to know the difference between a whooping cough and

a cold in the head.

Gordon, look, I know this is frustrating for you, love, but please, come on, try

and be patient.

The class is coming off tomorrow, one more night, it's all going to be over.

How much overtime can one man do?

You might as well move in here and have done with it.

And a mother.

At it, hammer and tongs. They argue about anything from the length of a

how she eats a boiled egg.

Lizzie's mum never did like Dave, did she?

Well, she likes the fact that the divorce even left.

I tell you what, if I live with Dave any longer, I won't have a door left on

it's injured.

This is the only place I can come and get a minute's peace.

Ah!

I'm glad I caught you. I thought you might have gone home.

No, no, no, still here.

Well, I just wanted a private word with you both before tomorrow.

To say thank you, really.

What for?

All the years we've worked together, Ken.

And you, Alan.

Everything all right?

Yes, thanks.

Only you look as if... Ah, something I'm not supposed to know about, yes?

No, not really, no.

Oh, I quite understand.

Look, just tell me, does it involve a bag with some things in it?

Of course.

You've both been sworn to secrecy.

Well, I'll say goodnight then.

Right, Gerald.

You've broken your jaw, and I think I've broken my ankle, which is a bit

inconvenient.

I know you're in pain, old man, and I'm afraid I've got nothing, so it's stiff

upper lip.

You just concentrate on keeping your head still while I go and try and find

help.

We'll soon have you safely tucked up in the hospital.

Don't you worry.

I say!

I say!

Over here!

Help!

Take my arm.

What happened?

Lord Perminger.

Broken jaw.

Unconscious. Left him by the 14th. I have a little local divinity myself.

You wouldn't mind dashing off and getting an ambulance, would you, sir?

I'll be right back.

Don't panic, Mr. Rose.

But when someone actually gives you a time limit... What have I got?

Ten, fifteen years?

Something like that.

At least it'll give me time to prepare myself for it, I suppose.

You know, Joan and Jenny need time to prepare as well.

Especially Jenny.

Huntington's is hereditary.

Will you tell a doctor?

If you prefer.

Checkmate.

I didn't even see that coming.

Got time for another?

Yes.

Here we are, Gerald.

The relief of Maffer King.

He's at hand.

Mr. Rose, what happened? Are you all right?

All the better for seeing you, my dear.

Look after his lordship, please.

Gently.

Severe fracture to the lower left mandible.

Possible damage to the skull as well.

What kind of first aid is this?

It's the kind that saves lives, Nurse Teen.

Thank you.

Well, it's a big day today.

You'll be a free man.

How's our VIP patient this morning?

Demanding kidneys and gentleman's relish for his breakfast.

Yeah, his aunt do wonder a bit if you don't keep an eye on him.

It's an anchovy spread, Lizzie, for your toast.

Good morning, the Royal.

Delivery for Mr Rose from Mrs Rose. Oh, and a message to say she'll come and see

him tonight.

I want to see what's inside that before it goes anywhere near the ward.

Mr Rose proved such a distraction, none of the men had any rest whatsoever last

night. Whoever smuggled in that bottle of brandy should be ashamed of

themselves.

Dressing gown, pyjamas, slippers.

I think that's what you're looking for, Matron.

Mr Rose may have this when he's discharged and not before.

Early in the morning for that, isn't it, Matron?

Take Mr Rose's things through, please.

Morning, everyone.

Morning. Good morning.

I've come to pick up my husband, Charlie Travis.

Take a seat.

Charlie Travis?

He definitely is in some kind of career.

Apparently his father died of it.

Have you told the family yet?

Not yet.

Joan, Jenny, would you like to come this way?

I'm sorry, Mr. Rose, but I can't allow you to move a muscle until you've seen

the doctor. I am a belly doctor, woman.

Matron, I demand the return of my confiscated property.

As a patient in this ward, Mr. Rose, I'm afraid you're in no position to demand

anything.

We've had the results of your x -ray, Mr. Rose, and you'll be relieved to

discover that there's no broken bones, just some torn ligaments.

And if I want a second opinion?

Well, that, of course, would be entirely up to you.

How are you feeling, Mr. Rose?

Never better.

Well, I've organized a locum surgeon to cover your list. The name's Lyle from

Ashfordly.

Listen, laddie.

My good friend is scheduled for facial reconstructive surgery this morning.

We have a top man heading this way to perform the specialized operation as we

speak. If you think I'm going to allow that callow youth anywhere near either

them, you are sadly mistaken.

Sit down.

Screams. I wish to get dressed.

Mr. Rose, I prescribe complete and immediate bed rest.

You're very attractive when you're assertive, Doctor.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ignore your instructions.

Matron, I'm discharging myself forthwith.

Thank heavens for that.

There's nothing wrong, is there?

Actually, Mrs Morris, I'm afraid there is.

You'll have noticed your husband sometimes pulls faces, has shaky hands.

Well, yes, but lots of people have nervous tics.

Yes, they do.

But in this case, it's caused by a condition known as Huntington's choreo.

What's that?

It's an illness that affects both the body and the brain.

Now, at the moment, Charlie appears to be in the early stages.

But I'm sorry to have to tell you that things will get worse.

Over a period, he will gradually lose control of both his physical and mental

functions.

And he'll die?

Eventually, yes.

Although you should know, Huntington's career is a hereditary illness.

And if anybody wants me, I'll be in casualty, having this monstrosity

Ah!

Mr. Rose.

On your way home?

Rather than a verse.

We had a...

awaiting the arrival of the facial maxillary surgeon who will reconstruct

lordship's damaged phys -og. I need you to anaesthetise. Do you think we might

be able to rustle up a full set of limbs between us?

Do you mind if your plaster waits for a while?

No, that's fine.

We've got to get our priorities right.

Good, ma 'am.

If this haunting can think... I mean...

If it's hereditary.

But it can't be.

I'd know if there was anything like that in Charlie's family.

From what he told me, I'm fairly certain that his father died of it.

That was a long time ago. It wasn't properly diagnosed.

He never said.

He had no idea there could be a connection until yesterday.

All he did know was that his father had been ill.

So why did he keep it such a secret?

He was ashamed.

Embarrassed.

He didn't think you'd ever need to know.

How can you tell if you've got it?

You can't.

If a parent has the disease, then any child has a 50 % chance of having it

But there must be a test or something.

Sadly not.

Oh, Jenny.

I'm afraid it also means that if you are carrying the defective gene, any

children that you may have also stand a 50 -50 chance of developing the disease.

I'm getting married.

Always a pleasure to observe a master at work.

Yes, went rather well, I thought.

That's amazing, the technique involved in wiring the jaw back together.

Not bad for a pair of Crocs, eh?

I never thought of golf as a dangerous sport before.

It wouldn't have happened at all if I hadn't been too mean to put out a new

and lose the shot.

Well, I'm glad to see that you're not more seriously damaged.

Excuse me. Yes, can I help you?

No, thank you.

I'll wait and see the doctor if it's all the same to you.

There don't seem to be any ill effects from your little accident.

Thanks, sister.

How could you do this to us? Why didn't you tell me about your dad?

Mrs. Travis, what's wrong?

He's got a regulatory disease, and he's going to die from it like his father

died from it. He kept that secret from us, and now my daughter's going to get

it. Mrs. Travis, come on. You can't behave like this on the ward.

Come on outside. Calm down. Come on.

Forgive me. I shouldn't have reacted like that.

Well, no -one knows how they'd react to that news until they hear it.

I just feel... suddenly nothing's the way I thought it was.

I don't know how to cope.

Maybe we find our greatest strength when we have most need of it. I know that.

The thing is... every wife...

Looks at her husband at some point and wonders how she'll cope with being a

widow.

And the thought of caring for him as he gets worse.

And I couldn't do that.

But to look at my lovely daughter every day and wonder and not know.

How do I do that?

I don't know.

If it was me, I'd remember that the chances of her not having the disease

every bit as good as her having it.

But if it's not you, with your God and your wisdom, it's me.

Lily, we... Selfish me.

Selfish?

Up to a couple of hours ago, I had a future.

And...

I'd had holidays in it and getting to know Charlie again when it was just the

two of us and grandchildren.

Now none of that's possible.

What's left in my future for me?

This year isn't even the word.

You know, I like a man with a commanding presence.

And those eyes.

When he looks at you as if he knows exactly what you're thinking.

Oh, I hope not, for he's big.

Oh, he's bound to be married or engaged or have a girlfriend.

He's not wearing a wedding ring, so I reckon it's fair game, don't you?

Can I get you anything, Mr Carnegie?

A cup of tea would be really lovely, thanks, Lizzie, if you can spare the

from your juices.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Quite all right.

It's not as if I'm allowed to do anything else around here anyway, is it?

Mr Swanson?

Doctor, please, come on through.

Well, it's going to feel a bit odd for a few days. I know.

I am a doctor.

Right.

So, how does it feel?

Odd. Very.

It's a bit weak and flabby. Yes, well, you're going to need to get your

mottletone back, but with a little bit of exercise and, I don't know, a little

gentle massage at the end of the day.

Yes, yes, we'll see.

Thank you.

It's good to have you back in business, Gordon.

Any children that you may have stand just as good a chance of not developing

Huntington's as they do of getting it.

But I do advise that you think very carefully before taking the chance.

I'm so sorry, Rob.

I'll understand if... If... If what?

I don't want to marry you anymore.

Jenny.

When I asked you to marry me, I was fully prepared to take the vows about

sickness and health for better and worse.

As far as I'm concerned, nothing's changed.

If you've got this genetic thing, then you've had it since the day you were

born. It's part of you and who you are.

And that is the person I fell in love with.

But what about children, though?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Dozens of children are adopted into loving families every year.

There are options.

Dr Goodwin.

When will it be possible to take my husband home?

Keep your jaws wired for about six weeks, so it's a liquid diet only, I'm

afraid, old chap.

On the plus side, you'll do your heart a favour if you lose a few pounds, and

there's a...

Some nutritional value to be had in best bitter, so I'm told.

Mr. Rowan.

On the minus side, you owe me ten bob for the game and five pounds, seventeen

and six for a new fountain pen.

You don't have to do that.

I know, but I want to.

I knew you were having trouble with laces and buttons.

I just thought you were being stupid.

get a lot worse than shoelaces and shirt buttons.

I know that too.

I've not been very good to you lately, have I?

You've had a lot to put up with.

I've been.

But we've come a long way together, Charlie.

We'll go the rest of the way together as well.

In sickness and in health.

Remember.

You're all set to go home?

Yes, sister, we are.

I want my shell chair and my telly in my room and I'll bring my nice bedspread

as well. Oh, and I think we could swap my old dressing table, you know, the one

with the teddy bear transfers, with my G -Plan one.

Oh, come on, Lizzie.

I'll show Mum that you're so keen to get back to the bosom of your family that

you've requested overtime every day for the next month and volunteered to stay

over in emergencies.

You've changed, Lizzie Hopkirk.

Since I was 12, Dad.

Yeah, I am.

You're quite sure you've taken everything you want?

Well, I believe so, yes.

Oh, what now?

Look... Good evening, the Royal Hospital Secretary's office.

Yes?

Oh, I see.

Just hold on a moment, would you please?

The secretary of the golf club is absolutely furious about the damage done

his greens by our ambulance.

He wants to know who to send the repair bill to.

Oh, my goodness.

Would you like me to take it, sir?

If you would, please.

Thank you.

Adam Carnegie speaking, hospital secretary.

Mm -hmm.

Yes?

Well, it's my understanding that Lord Furminger was seriously injured as a

direct result of the negligent management of your ground.

If it hadn't been for the resourcefulness of my top consultant,

likely have died.

Yes, I think that's a very sensible decision, sir.

Good day.

Ah, and now, Mr Middleditch.

I believe you have a party to attend.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Well, look at you.

How does it feel?

Marvellous. Couldn't be better.

Cheers.

Ah, champagne.

Can we afford it, Mr Carnegie's?

Before we start this party, I'd like to say a few words.

In my many years in this hospital, I've seen more changes than I care to think

about. But in all those years, the one solid, abiding and unchanging thing

has been the presence of Mr Middleditch.

We shall welcome Mr Carnegie as the new administrator of the Royal.

But I'm sure he won't mind if I say... We shall miss you a

great deal, Mr Middleditch.

And we all wish you a long and very happy retirement.

Please accept this.

On behalf of us all,

As a memento of the affection in which we hold you.

Oh, I say.

Thank you.

How very kind.

To everything there's a season and a time for every

purpose under heaven.

I've had a wonderful time here, but I am not as young as I was, and I'm sure Mr

Carnegie will agree that it's a young man's world today.

So it seems a good and fitting time for me to go.

But I shall be back now and again just to see how you're all getting on.

And if any of you shall be passing through Blair Gallery, you can be

a warm welcome and a wee dram or something.

Thank you all.

For my clock.

Not too fast, sir, if you don't mind.

There is just one more thing.

We couldn't bear to think of you being idle up there in Scotland with nothing

do but listen to the ticking of a clock.

So...

A very happy and busy retirement, Mr Little Ditch. Oh, I say!

Ho, ho, ho!

Do you know, I thought it was... No, I really do say.

You know how I love fishing, Matron.

For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good

fellow And so say all of us And so stay all of us. And so stay all

of us. For he's a jolly good fellow.