In theatre with an emergency case, someone with a ruptured brain aneurysm.
In the middle of things, my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize. I answered it, as it could have been something to do with our patient, but it turned out to be a young man from the council, ringing about my parking permit. I said I couldn’t talk right now but I’d ring him back. When I phoned him an hour later, he thanked me for ringing him back. “Isn’t it annoying when people ring you when you’re busy? I could hear that you were at the supermarket…”