Sorry, I'm Not Medically Trained

One lisping doctor, a dodgy doctor, an impatient Practice Manager and eight mistrusting female receptionists squashed into a glass specimen pot. Expect the worse! The top would spin and then - Pop! First out Dr Trench (aka Dr Drench) rushing to the Velvet Griffin Pub to get away from those Receptionists. Next, OCD Cynthia, fanning herself with the concert programme, tutting at Avril crying and sniffing in her ear. Idle Louise, puffing as Nosey Meg (cushion stuffed up her jumper) wants to push past. Honesty, trying to hide her tattoos and pull her skirt down being closely followed by Diane,

squinting and threatening to put this typical carrying on in the next Agenda. Here comes Penny Forum, holding a picture of a man in uniform, followed by Beryl, being the oldest and wisest, having to be helped out, which would be easier if only Penny would let go of her hand! Dr Dodge would be next holding his prescription pad just in case one of his dodgy patients wanted some medication; Ellie, Practice Manager would be last clasping the Agenda for the upcoming meeting. Each of them carries a secret, memory or a dream. Will the surgery close? Will the doctor get caught?

Will the concert go ahead?