It's funny how the niceweather we are having at the moment makes you look at everything in a different, happier light.
Take today for instance – I was sent to a 'Life status questionable' in the street. Now a 'life status qestionable' is supposed to mean that the person who called us doesn't know if the person is alive or not.
What it means in reality is that the caller has either driven past in a car without stopping, or the patient has such an offensive smell that the caller dare not get close to them.
So I rush to the scene, and find an alcoholic sitting in the street. Around him are his four alcoholic friends.
the person who made the call is nowhere to be seen.
“He's just tired”, I'm told by one of his friends.
“Why's that?”, I ask.
“Well, he's just walked from Whitechapel”, Whitechapel is about 6 miles away.
“Oh”, I say, “No wonder he is having a bit of a sit down”.
“This'll help him out”, says one of his friends giving him a can of Special Brew.
The ambulance crew turn up, and we all have a little chat on the corner of the street – everyone is as nice as pie, and no-one is really injured.
I know that I should be annoyed (waste of ambulance time and resources, waste of lives on behalf of our alcoholic friends), but it wasn't really their fault that an ambulance was called.
And the sunny weather just put everyone in a nice mood.
Long may it last…
Of course saying that nice weather means that young men drink long into the night, and then beat each other up