Well, I played the crewmate lottery again today. Wasn't sure who I'd end up working with for the night but lo and behold it was my regular crewmate.

First job of the night was to a 35 year old woman. She told us she had had a miscarriage the previous morning. She hadn't called anyone or gone to the hospital because she didn't have enough money for transport or any credit for her phone. Whether she had had a miscarriage or not I don't know but as it was her eighth pregnancy I think she was in a place to know.

But what really gets me thinking about these sort of jobs in these sort of places is the bizarre domestic setup. I'll walk you through it.

We were met outside the flat by some spotty herbert in a baseball cap. He shouted at me because he thought I was going to back the ambulance into his car that he had abandoned in the middle of the road. That put me in a good mood.

In we go. Past the whitegoods on the stairs, past the open bags of rubbish. Up the stairs, past a room full of ten or fifteen children ages two and up. All of whome were crying. Past the empty fishtank, past another room that was quiet and dark but had a very strange smell coming from it. Up more stairs to a room with a double bed and mattress (origenal colour unknown). Our patient was lying on the bed. Four other adults were also in the room. As soon as we walked in three of them lit up cigarettes. What, if any, relation they were to our patient and to the thousands of children downstairs was impossible to say.

And then a strange thing happened. I've seen it many times before and i still don't understand it. All the people other than the patient started telling us what was wrong with them. Almost as if they were jealous.

The rest of the night consisted of drunk teens, stomach aches that had been going on for years and lots of sitting in carparks.

Then we got a call to a young man who had tried to kill himself. We soon arrived at a very posh neighbourhood of one of the posher areas of the county. A very big house and two young brothers. Mum and dad were away and they had been drinking. Our patient had been depressed, He had tied a mobile phone charger cord round his neck and jumped out of a bedroom window. Needless to say, the cord broke and he landed in some bushes in a heap. Completely unhurt. Now the police were there as well, for many reasons, and they had managed to find a large bag of something herbal which caused a bit of an upset.

And that, as they say, is that. So far anyway.