SURF TALKIN'

When Wilson emerged from the toy shop he thrust his purchase — a Junior Doctor Kit — into my hands, grabbed his surfboard and ran towards the beach. 

Sticking his board nose-first into the sand he waited nonchalantly by it until a couple of surfers passed him.

He called out to them, 'Caught any gnarly tubes, dudes? I'm looking spend some time in the glasshouse!'

'Point your nose thattaway, dude,' the older one replied, 'See ya out back!'

The other added, 'Hey, nice Thruster, man!'

'Awesome — thanks! Um... Cowabunga!'

With that, W returned to me, beaming from ear to ear, and we resumed our search to find Doc Martin's Surgery...