When we were in Bristol not so long ago, after a late night, feeling a bit sleepy, we decided to go out for a lovely meal.
On the way to that lovely meal, I saw a placard up in someone’s garden.
It said, “TIRED DOCTORS MAKE MUSKRATS”.
That’s nice, I thought, in my tired state.
Of course that’s not really what it said. It said “TIRED DOCTORS MAKE MISTAKES”.
I’d made a mistake because I was tired.
Luckily I wasn’t responsible for looking after the lives of real people whilst I was tired. Luckily the consequence of my minor mistake was a chuckle, not someone’s health.
I decided, as much as I’d really like tired doctors to make muskrats, I’d much prefer awake doctors keeping people alive and well.