There was no such thing as a 'normal' day at St. Olaf's.

Today had just become a landmark 'black day' for the hospital.

There was going to be an internal investigation into the calamitous operation, carried out earlier in St. Olaf's theatre 1 - heads would roll. A criminal negligence lawsuit being prepared by the injured party threatened to bring financial ruin; whilst a newly installed junior doctor and a fledgling typist were facing immediate suspensions and possible dismissal, pending the results of an enquiry. The news-hounds were hot on the scent of a major embarrassment for the hospital, and the switchboard jammed with concerned and interested parties after information.

No news is good news, it is said; but Joe Public hungrily desires bad news to get the tongues wagging and keep gossip-mongers happy.

And it was all down to a clerical error.

The mystified doctor explained, "I only did what the patient's operating chart had written down,"

"You should have removed the Right Reverend's Splinters from his bottom!" exclaimed the Head of Medicine.

"Oh, my God!" realised the doctor, lamely.