She closed the door carefully behind her. A faint whiff of alcohol rub permeated the air and the sound of running water sloshed above the vocal hum of Beethoven’s Fifth.

Kirsty blinked her eyes, trying to focus in the dimly lit room, the blinds drawn to eradicate the bright afternoon sun.

Under the window sat a mahogany desk. It held a computer, a silver-framed photo of a tartan clad dowager and fluorescent orange mouse pad with matching orange desk calendar advertising the benefits of Prozac. To her right, full-length polyester curtains hung from the ceiling, semi-drawn around a narrow examination bed.

 She looked to the direction of the running water. A man in white coat turned from the wash-hand basin to face her.

“Ah Missh Stewart, I’m Doctor McDonald pleashed to make your acquaintance.”

Kirsty stood open mouthed. In front of her, drying his hands on a paper towel, James Bond greeted her with a smile, a youthful and somewhat more handsome Sean Connery look-a-like, right down the lisp her mother seemed to think as sexy.

 A smile curled her lips; she couldn’t wait to tell her mother.  Mum, wait till I tell you who I met yesterday. None other than Sean Connery himself and he’s given up his day job. He’s working as a Gynaecologist in the Royal. Missh Moneypenny, next patient please. I’ll write out a prescription, take it three times a day, shaken not shtirred. And her friends, she could imagine them all around her, sipping wine, laughing at her accounts of -

 A loud cough interrupted her reverie. Startled, she felt a hot flush crept up her neck into her face.

“Emm, hello Doctor.  Err, nice to meet you too.”  

Dr McDonald’s left eyebrow ached questioningly; he lifted a tan folder from the desk.

“I’ve had a quick look at your notesh.” He opened the file as if to illustrate the fact.

 “I think I’ll examine you firsht if you don’t mind. If you’d like to go behind the screens, remove your eh…shmalls and jump up onto the trolley, I’ll be with you in a minute.” He motioned towards the gap in the curtains.

She nodded, a nervous little giggle escaping her lips, as she darted behind the drapes drawing them closed.  She took a few deep breathes and fanned her burning face with her hand.