You could have heard a pin drop.  

Actually that’s a lie, because if it had dropped the same time as the pupil midwife, poor little kid, dropped the metal dish, in such a way as to cause the nappy therein to tip and spill its contents – what had that child been eating?! – you wouldn’t have heard a thing, especially as her screech, of horror, followed the clatter pdq.   Mercifully, Sister Weston was struck dumb.  

Her face was a picture though and I remembered then that it was a new vicar’s wife, or rather the wife of the new vicar, only arrived on Sunday (I just knew they always came into the clinic, regular, presumably to sign us up for christening and all the other shit.  I’d always ignored them.  Up to now.)

Anyway, this one was very clearly no sweet-natured flowers-and-soup type vicar’s wife.   Had her wits about her, well and truly.  Before Sister could open her mouth the she’d said to the poor little pupil midwife, ‘Don’t cry, it’s only piss and shit, tell me where the cloths are kept and I’ll clean it up, then perhaps you can take me round to tell me who’s who.’

[This is a continuation of the tale begun on Monday, and combines yesterday and today's prompts because I ran out of time]

One Word/Sentence Two (Friday) In the second sentence include the following word: dish

Plot Thickens (Thursday)  taking on an unfamiliar role