Twas The Night…

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Newham, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
Apart from the hideously drunk Eastern European man, who couldn't speak English, but felt the desire to repeatedly bash his head against a window. And then threaten the police officers who asked him to stop.

And apart from the drunk who was upset that the people going to the church he was laying outside had ignored him for an hour (apparently), and that we had stopped him from commiting suicide by hypothermia. Then he decided that he didn't like me and so he tried to hit me while we were in the back of the ambulance. He was rather quickly shown the door, and the police were called.

Only two hours left to go on shift…

Having a great time.

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