<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>I don’t need much encouragement to go to a bar—especially when I’ve just spent a long day examining the mind of my patients for some sign of sense—but the fact I’d heard the Horse was opening gave an extra impetus to proceedings.<br/><br/>The fact they were offering a free first drink added to the occasion too, of course.<br/><br/>Applauding along with the rest as Jaclyn announced the bar was officially open, I made my way to the bar to make an order, only to feel my heel catch on something on the floor and break. Swearing, I half walked, half limped the rest of the distance to the bar, and gave both Jaclyn and Mechelle a rueful smile.<br/><br/><strong>“The place is looking great; though it looks like you will have your hands full. When you are ready, can I get a double rum and coke?”</strong>Glancing from side to side, I leant over and muttered in a low voice.<strong>“And do you have any super glue behind there?”</strong><br/>