One Pair of Feet by Monica DickensMaybe not as surprising as One Pair Of Hands, because I knew what to expect--but just as much fun. She brings the same energy, enthusiasm, and snarky wit to the profession of nursing that she did to cooking, and oh! the poor patients!
Maybe she's not quite as untalented as she seems to be. She didn't kill anyone, and may have helped to save at least one paitent. In Britain in those days (1939 or so), nursing was taught by apprenticeship. They started off working on the first day, learned on the job and gradually earned more responsibility as they went along. They took classes, too, but I can't tell they learned much from it. What is a cell? and did they ever find out? Her first year exam questions were to describe personal hygiene and tell about the proper design and operation of sewers. She aced 'sewers'.
Lots of laughs, giggles, and smirks; a few groans; and one hearty cheer! at the end. Loved it.
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