The Princess loves it when our childminder brings her own two daughters to our house. Unfortunately, she canâ€™t always do that because they have other things on and, I presume, she (the childminder) would go insane, if she had to mind 5 children 3 afternoons a week. We were talking about this last night.
Princess: I love it when they can come, we can play.
Me: Well, yes, I know but you can play in school too.
Her: No, I canâ€™t.
Me: Why not?
Her: Because when I go up to them the other children say â€œy a pas de placeâ€ even though there is room.
Me (gutted): Really?
Her: Yes, really and then they push me.
Me: Surely not.
Her: And then they poke me in the eye.
Me: In the eye?
Her: Yes, with an elephant.
She isnâ€™t an entirely reliable witness, as you may have gathered, but I suppose Iâ€™d better go and talk to her teachers about these elephants.
I was directed here by the GPmama and the life of an ambulance paramedic is quite fascinating. The material is interesting per se but he also writes very thoughtfully about it and has plenty of opinions. I’m not the only one who thinks this and he has just put out a book which seems to be selling very well. I heard him on BBC radio 4 the other day reading this post. I recommend that you have a look, even if you think that this may not be for you.
I found this via Reynolds; know one blog in the ambulance service, know them all, I suppose. This guy works in dispatch. I swear I am totally prepared on what to say on the day I have to ring 999. Good thing not to say is “it’s an emergency”. Apparently, they’re bright boys and girls and they know that already. Funny, interesting and moving. I love this one.