Women are rather complex beings. You can be the happiest youve ever been in a relationship and yet when someone else gives you even the slightest bit of attention caution gets thrown to the wind. That moment when your phone goes off. But when you look your heart sinks cause it's not who you wanted it to be from. And the worst part is the person it is from you SHOULD be happy.
You see I've met a police officer. A man in uniform. Other than the obvious issue of already being taken there's a 16 year age gap. 16!! I managed to sort out an observational shift with him, working a night shift with the police. I was told "don't get out the car unless you're told it's safe". Yep! No problem. So turn up to this job everybody jumps out and a woman comes running over to us screaming and shouting about how we're animals and she wants to kill us all. Great! In this situation I'd normally be calling for police back up, but tonight that was me.
Out of no where an arm came down and hauled me out of the way of this woman and suddenly I was the opposite side of her. There's something about being manhandled by an older man in uniform. And now it's a mess.
So now what, you ask. Nothing. He's taken. I'm taken. But there's an incredible chemistry. He knows it. I know it. So a cup of coffee and a walk with a dog and a new beat friend out of it. Surely that's more than enough.
Only problem is women have the ability to be friends with a man and not allow anything to happen. We can simply enjoy their company without feelings getting involved. Men on the other hand seem to have this massive trust issue where if a man and woman are talking they must be having sex.
Men. Get over yourselves. If we've made a commitment to you no amount of chemistry will change that. Well most of us anyway. I can't speak for everyone obviously.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Faith in Humanity...Restored.
After having the night from hell on the ambulance and not having a second to breathe never mind eat, I was more than ready to have a nice relaxed evening driving, praying for easy jobs. Of course that didn't happen, but one of the calls especially stood out.
A 92 year old lady had fallen over in her excruciatingly tiny kitchen. A sweet old dear, that wasn't one to complain and was ever so apologetic for having to call us out at this time. It was just after midnight, so obviously I wondered what she was still doing up, never mind us!
Anyway, when we arrived her 96 year old husband was sat in his arm chair, a little hard of hearing, but kept asking questions of his wife. Two others were also stood in the small living room, no obvious relation to the elderly couple, but had been there since the call half an hour ago.
As it transpires the elderly woman had lost her footing on the little step in the kitchen letting the cat back in the house. Then, in a lot of pain, realised that she couldn't get up. Her husband didn't know what to do so ran out into the street shouting for help. Now, I realise that this sounds like a bad rom-com, full on Notebook style, but there's a point to it.
So, elderly man in the street shouting for help at midnight. A guy was on his way home from the bus stop, he couldn't be more than 22, had heard this man's cries for help. Not knowing either of each other the young lad went to the aid of this unknown man, similarly he had let the young lad into his home. Very trusting with some of the youths today.
The young lad rang for an ambulance, hence our arrival, whilst a neighbour of the elderly couple also came to help after hearing the cries. By the time we got there and had got this lady off the floor, the young lad was making the elderly man a cup of tea and sat next to him having a chat. The other neighbour, a matron at a local hospital, was calling the man's daughter to come down to stay with him, and making sure he had had dinner earlier in the evening.
By the time we were ready to leave for the hospital, the young lad and the female neighbour were going to wait till the daughter arrived, to make sure the elderly man was ok. The young lad could have left as soon as the female neighbour arrived. There was nothing keeping him there, he had no medical skills like the female neighbour, or ourselves. He was just a kind-hearted young man, for a change, who had run to the aid of an elderly man's cries for help, something many youths today would ignore and laugh at, but he was willing to stay till the very end. It was 01:30 on a Sunday evening, with the daughter not arriving for at least another half an hour, yet he was showing no signs of leaving...Faith in humanity is once again restored. I wonder how long it will take for someone to undo all the hard-work this guy has done in my head.
A 92 year old lady had fallen over in her excruciatingly tiny kitchen. A sweet old dear, that wasn't one to complain and was ever so apologetic for having to call us out at this time. It was just after midnight, so obviously I wondered what she was still doing up, never mind us!
Anyway, when we arrived her 96 year old husband was sat in his arm chair, a little hard of hearing, but kept asking questions of his wife. Two others were also stood in the small living room, no obvious relation to the elderly couple, but had been there since the call half an hour ago.
As it transpires the elderly woman had lost her footing on the little step in the kitchen letting the cat back in the house. Then, in a lot of pain, realised that she couldn't get up. Her husband didn't know what to do so ran out into the street shouting for help. Now, I realise that this sounds like a bad rom-com, full on Notebook style, but there's a point to it.
So, elderly man in the street shouting for help at midnight. A guy was on his way home from the bus stop, he couldn't be more than 22, had heard this man's cries for help. Not knowing either of each other the young lad went to the aid of this unknown man, similarly he had let the young lad into his home. Very trusting with some of the youths today.
The young lad rang for an ambulance, hence our arrival, whilst a neighbour of the elderly couple also came to help after hearing the cries. By the time we got there and had got this lady off the floor, the young lad was making the elderly man a cup of tea and sat next to him having a chat. The other neighbour, a matron at a local hospital, was calling the man's daughter to come down to stay with him, and making sure he had had dinner earlier in the evening.
By the time we were ready to leave for the hospital, the young lad and the female neighbour were going to wait till the daughter arrived, to make sure the elderly man was ok. The young lad could have left as soon as the female neighbour arrived. There was nothing keeping him there, he had no medical skills like the female neighbour, or ourselves. He was just a kind-hearted young man, for a change, who had run to the aid of an elderly man's cries for help, something many youths today would ignore and laugh at, but he was willing to stay till the very end. It was 01:30 on a Sunday evening, with the daughter not arriving for at least another half an hour, yet he was showing no signs of leaving...Faith in humanity is once again restored. I wonder how long it will take for someone to undo all the hard-work this guy has done in my head.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
The Big Move
Everybody's aware how stressful moving house is. The weeks before the actual move trying to figure out where to start with the packing, or what you definitely need to leave out in order to make it through to the new place. Those items you haven't used for the past year or so, piled into a box, taped and labelled and that great sense of achievement that things are finally starting to move along, but of course in those final weeks you need the one object you'e sure is at the bottom. So out come the scissors, the perfectly packed box is opened and emptied, only to remember you didn't even bother packing it. All sense of achievement lost and there's absolutely no use starting again until next week.
This has been going on for so long I decided to leave all the packing until the final day. Certain that anything I could possibly need has been used and can now be transferred. Finally, the house is empty, the rooms are clean...well all apart from the dust behind the wardrobe. I'm considering it a present for the new tenants. The house hasn't looked that good since we moved in! They should be bloody grateful in my eyes. At least you can once again cook in the oven without having to shower to rid your hair of the smell of smoke that's billowed out despite the fact your food is still raw.
So, the house is packed and clean, the truck is fully laden with crap that should have been thrown out years ago and it's a new adventure to begin. At least I thought it was going to be. But trying to fit moving from one house into another and unpacking around 12 hour shifts is hard. Luckily I've roped in a few unsuspecting men to help out, which means by the end of the day most of the boxes were unpacked, the kitchen was in full working order and the bed is awaiting my head on the pillow. Perfect.
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