O.K had been qualified for about 18 months and was doing a GP locum in a mining village in the North.
I was called to a house by a female voice asking me to visit as "granddad" hadn't been well all day.
With my bag and stethoscope I drove to this miner's terracrd house and was led into the dining room by a young woman and the scene was a table with a sauce , a hlaf empty milk bottle and four dirty plates, knife and fork in recline. There was mum and dad and a 10 year old child and a figure, white as a sheet, stiff as a board and a flat cap with a dirty white muffler around his neck.....dead as a bloody Dodo.
I really didn't know what to say and hadn't the experience to say "he's dead" unless after pronouncing him dead, he looked up and said "Aye up lad I wanna drink my tea".
So I proceeded to examine his eyes and chest and finally said grandads dead, to which the daughter said " we know, he died last night"
Honest.......truthful.