Somehow "Can you speak to WPC Watmough about...." never seems to pressage good news. It's not WPC Watmough's fault. She just happens to be the one on shift who gets to make the call. It's honestly no better when any of her colleagues call either so it seems unfair to single her out, so lets pretend I didn't.
"Good morning WPC Watmough, how can I help?"
"Well Doc, it's Mrs Bloggs. She never came home last night and her family are worried. Is there anything you can tell us that might help?"
After a quick scan of her records there really isn't much. No real cardiac history. No past major psychaitric illness or current depression or anti-depressant medication. In fact no record at all since her annual flu jab in late October. I regrettfully inform the WPC of the facts, she thanks me and the day moves on.
That was Friday morning.
There was still no news of Mrs Bloggs by close of play on Friday. However this morning one of the younger Bloggses rang to inform us that all was well. It transpired that Mrs B had failed to make her Thursday Night Bingo appointment with friends. They had become concerned when there was still no sign of her at the end of the night and had phoned her home, to get no reply. After alerting first Ambridge and later Borchester Police, a Mrs Bloggs-Hunt was initaited, and after the deployment of at least one helicopter and dozens of officers Mrs B was duly fund, some miles from home and entirely unable to give an account of her last 24 hours.
She has spent a short stay in hospital for observation, and likely will require more investigations to try to better explain her nocturnal wanderings, but she is back, safe and sound in the bosom of the Bloggs family.
And all thanks to the care and dedication of WPC Watmough and her colleagues.