Ripper!

My sister is on her last rotation before graduation - “Obs and Gobs” – as Australians – ever so delicately* – refer to Obstetrics and Gynecology. She is in love with her resident: 
            “Tall, no wedding ring, and the most lovely eyelashes.”
            “Lovely eyelashes?”
            “It’s the only part of him I can see over his surgical mask.” She sighed. Beatifically.

*This week I’ve learned that Spaghetti Bolognese is only for stuck up toffee noses from the city – real Australians eat Spag Bog. The sparrows in your backyard are Spoggies – and should be shot, the lot of them, they eat your garden, mark my words, you’ll be down to stubble by midsummer.   Magpies are Moggies – but so are cats, and if you think spag bog sounds dodgy, wait till you're offered a dog's eye with mushy peas, mystery bags and a dead horse.
It's enough to drive you berko.