The Snakes of Saint Patrick

Clive calls in. He’s got a blood clot in his leg which he worries may be fatal. Dick calls me. He asks me if I can cover.

“Is this the plan of Saint Patrick’s snakes materializing?” I ask.

“Can you come in at one today or what?” Dick asks.

I tell him that I will see him then.

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