maybe we should burn the house down

Weirdly, despite the fact that I got a good result on the RFA, I feel more reassured about my progress in the course by the fact that I totally aced today's mock-OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) on vital signs and infection control. It's one thing to have a piece of paper tell you that you're good at memorising facts, it's another to walk into a room, pull out your stethoscope, and assess someone for postural hypotension with complete confidence that you know your shit.

Right now I have reading and research to do, but consider this a statement of intent:

Tony opened his mouth and realised that there was just no good way to tell your best friend that your semi-sentient housekeeping software and your personal assistant were bullying you with warm blankets and soup. Besides, Jarvis would hear it all anyway, and then be politely sarcastic at him about it for days.

"Well," he stalled. "I mean -- oh, that's the CIA on the other line, talk to you later buddy alright?"

He slammed the phone shut and spent some time staring at it, half expecting it to leap out of his hand and beat him around the head for being such a colossal dumbass. After a couple of minutes, he turned it off.