Wednesday, 26 July 2017

My work here is done...


This is the friendliest wild fox in Britain. It comes up to you and expects to be stroked. I don't think I have shown you this picture before, but it's too early in the morning to remember.

My posts are brief or non-existent right now because I am on pressing Summer School duties.

On the way there yesterday, we happened upon a big car-crash on a dangerous junction, and I got out to see if I could help. People were wandering around dazed and disoriented. The disorientation was partly because they didn't know their location - in the countryside - so I called the ambulance. I knew where I was.

A child was also wandering about in shock, carrying her doll. The phone signal kept cutting out so I had to dial 999 three times before giving all the location details and answering questions to do with blood loss or if anyone was thrown from a vehicle. Nobody seemed too badly hurt, so, having put a man in charge of the situation, we carried on to the Summer School, ten minutes later.

Oh well, time to go again.

21 comments:

  1. Horrid to come across an accident like that. The fox is wonderful.

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    1. I am one of those people who spring into action in those situations. All the normal fears about ghastly images and experiences are dispelled immediately. I am lucky like that. I am not haunted by the visual memories for years after either. I would have made a good military paramedic.

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    2. I once looked after an Irishman who fell five stories onto his face on a pavement here and watched him die until an ambulance (also called by me) arrived. There was a nurse as well, but we agreed that it would be pointless to turn him over, and I was glad of that. There was a river of blood running down the road - enough to indicate that he had lost enough not to survive. Happy days!

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    3. I saw a man fall four storeys from a balcony on the Azores. I thought the maids were throwing the dirty laundry over the balcony and I stood watching. He landed with a thud a few feet from me. I knew then and only then it wasn't the laundry. He died but there was no blood.

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    4. Maybe the maids were vampires.

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    1. This is not the first time you have presumed wrongly.

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  3. Are you known to the fox in the picture?

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    1. No. I came across it when researching foxes for a sculpture.

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  4. This reminds me of a book I read a while back: The Uninvited Guests. It deals with an accident in the English countryside and the "survivors" (they weren't really survivors) crashing a party.

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    1. I think I would rather crash a party than a car.

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  5. Is that an urban fox Tom? Incidentally I still have not had a chance to collect the print from the sorting office - hopefully tomorrow. If I am not careful it will be returned to you before i get a chance to visit - it is only open 6am to 10am.

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  6. Phann San or whatever is back again on your previous post.

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    1. Ok. Thanks. I will check. Cunts.

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    2. They usually take over someone else's defunct site but it takes a while to work out which one. Cunts...

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  7. The fox has a dog-like face. Very docile-looking.

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