Social Networking with Sahira Shah.
Closing the front door behind her and kicking off her Connie shoes, Jac Naylor strode purposefully into her kitchen and flicked on the kettle with a sigh. It had been a really long day, and all she wanted to do now was relax on the sofa with a mug of Tesco's finest coffee and a kumquat. Unexpectedly, a loud beeping sound erupted in her bag, which immediately woke her from her reverie: a text message. She hadn't received one of those since the sexting ceased after Joseph's departure, so she had completely forgotten that her phone was even in there. Her brow furrowing slightly, she opened the message, only to be greeted with an entertaining picture of a seemingly tipsy Sacha waving his screwdriver in the air, positively delighted. Jac couldn't stop herself from smiling; not only was Sacha her friend again, but he was oblivious to the fact that the tool he was handling had, only a few hours previously, been lodged inside her patient's heart. And so, amused by her genius gift idea, the cardio thoracic consultant surgeon picked up the steaming mug of brown, liquidy goodness and headed over to her laptop-she would complete that feasibility report for the 'Cardiac Trauma Unit' that Hanssen had been banging on about all day.
First, however, she would check her inbox to see if the cretins in administration had replied to her abusive email about the relatives' room being taken over by the Plastics Team. She clicked onto her Hotmail account. No such reply.
Yet...
"You have received one friend request on Facebook. Click here to access your account."
Jac 's eyebrows rose slightly in disbelief. "But I don't like anyone. Why would whoever-it-is want to be my friend?" She thought back to the last time she had actually logged onto Facebook... nearly two years ago, when she had gleefully bombarded Joseph's account with pictures of fake baby scans. The memory of it made her smile. "I really was an evil genius back then" Jac reminisced, whilst taking a gulp of her coffee and clicking onto the Facebook link. However, the moment the coffee entered her mouth, it came right back out again as she spluttered it all over the dining table...
"Sahira Shah wants to be your friend on Facebook. Accept/Reject."
The invitation was accompanied with an overly smiley picture of her overly happy registrar, holding her overly dribbly and overly frowny baby son, Indie, and a short message: "Just thought i'd add you hon, seeing that we're now allies in the cardio-plastics war. LOL"
"Did she just say 'lol' to me?" Jac's eyes widened in incredulity and horror at the thought of Ms. Shah actually wanting to be her friend, and outside of hospital hours. "It won't take long for an innocent Facebook poke to transform itself into something more serious...next she will be baking me cupcakes...adding me to her Christmas card list...and THEN she will be inviting herself over with girlie DVDs to .hair", she muttered to herself darkly. Twisting her swishy, golden hair into a messy knot on top of her head, Jac Naylor clicked on the link which would direct her to Sahira's profile. She scanned the page curiously, ignoring the relationship status "In a complicated relationship with: Henrik Hanssen" and instead, busied herself reading Sahira Shah's endless sugary, sweet statuses. "Tch. Stupid Princess"
Yet, despite her outward scorn, Jac couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of happiness at the thought of Sahira, a female, actually wanting to be her friend; one of the 427 friends (to be precise) on her Facebook.
"Oh, what the hell" And so, without another thought or eye-roll, Jac hurriedly clicked the 'accept' button before she could change her mind. Standing up she walked over to the kitchen counter for a cloth to mop up the spilt coffee.
10 minutes ago. "Jac Naylor and Sahira Shah are now friends on Facebook" –Michael Spence dislikes this.