Daloni Carlisle was a talented, highly diligent journalist – and something of a free spirit. One hot, quiet afternoon in the early 1990s, she and I were working on the Nursing Times news desk. She rather mischievously suggested we should leave the office, take in the sun and go for a coffee – and we were gone for an hour.
Immediately after our departure a bomb scare confined a dozen colleagues in a tiny library.
The all-clear was sounded as Daloni and I breezed back into the office. Sympathetic to the emerging prisoners but quite unabashed that she had been “found out”, she greatly enjoyed the fact that her minor misdemeanour had worked out so well.