Mother Cupboard

Finding himself in a large – apparently back-less mother cupboard. -The cupboard was full of clothes – jackets, suits - all beautifully pressed, attractively hung. I dig, the patient exclaims. You must give me the name of your tailor, doc.

With a baroque flourish, the doctor sweeps aside a bank of Saville Rows; secretly he feels a little like Lucy about to step into Narnia.