I did manage to drink my cup of tea, and then even managed to have a bit of a doze on station.

I then got a call to a lovely 74 year old lady, who was apologising for calling us, but she was on Warfarin (a drug that 'thins' the blood) and she had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop.

Her house was spotless, she was polite, and rather upset that she had 'bothered us'. I kept telling her not to be silly, but she kept saying sorry until the ambulance took her away.

The picture is of a derelict house that is a couple of doors down from where she lives – it always surprises me how lives can be contrasted in houses just a few yards away.

Hopefully this was my last job of the shift, and my next entry will be from home (where I can start replying to some of your comments)

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  1. A not uncommon experience.Recently I went to a nearby estate (called a scheme up here) to look at something advertised for sale in the local paper.

    Same scenario – immaculate house (right down to the polished front door step), polite people, tea and home-baking offered to a complete stranger, etc etc etc. All around was neds, burned-out cars, needles, rubble, broken glass, and so on. Nightmare.

    Somehow one feels that these decent people deserve better, but they're doing what they think is right, I suppose, by staying put in such dumps, and who's to say they are wrong?

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