I did not return directly to Wolverhampton from Brixham, as I partook in a slight detour with Tom the Scientist to assist him in matters of a forensic nature. Unfortunately, in order to protect the security of the nation, I am not at liberty to divulge ANYTHING that I have seen, heard, smelt, touched, tasted or even vaguely suspected …… which is why there is no photographic evidence of my presence in the laboratories of a criminally investigative type nature.
…… However, I don’t think that there would be any serious recriminations if I just mused on how very romantic it was to wear scrubs, mask, hairnet, goggles AND white rubber boots …… I almost felt scientific and probing myself…..
…… And…. that Tom had assigned me to the “Case Basket” …. which I had to take round to each scientific type person in turn and ask them to take on a new case ….. which I did with due diligence. Tom told me that if they chased after me to swop their case, saying that they didn’t like it, I was to give them a hard stare and say there weren’t any swops, with the firmness and authority we had practiced in his office!
It was an experience, and an experience I tried to embrace ….. but to be honest I think I would prefer to remain a stranger to the test tube, Bunsen burner and sticky substances of an unknown nature and origin and leave it to the professionals!