Thanks to BWarren for setting it
She stormed into the room with all verbal guns blazing, totally furious.
The inane chatter amongst staff immediately ceased.
‘This,’ she shouted waving a piece of paper at them, ‘is the way we have always done things. The residents like routine and order. If they want help or attention, they ring the bell. Whose idea was it to replace it with a Westminster Chime? Now they think it’s permanently dinner time!’
As the smell of fear filled the air, she was unlikely to lose their attention now.
No-one in their right mind would dare to cross Matron.