So there we were. At the bitter end of a really busy night shift, standing on a cold and windy river bank, trying to keep the rain out of the bits where rain wants to go.
Why?
We were looking for a man who may (or may not) have jumped in the river.
We were getting to the point of the night where you are just begging control to leave you alone. We got a call to a small town to the north. A security guard had seen someone dive into the river and hadn't seen him come out.
So we were there. With thousands (Possibly) of firemen, and thousands (possibly) of policemen, and two (deffinately) of us.
The police helicopter was making a large amount of noise as they circled, looking for a heat trace.
The fire brigade boat puttered about up and down looking for this man who may (or may not) have jumped in the river.
We stood around. There wasn't a great deal to do untill (if) they found anyone.
Time passed. More noise, more puttering. I think the helicopter people got bored because they went off somewhere. The police on the ground were asking around and quickly fastened onto a lead. They started ducking in and out of tents and voices were raised in some of them.
Then a chorus of "Found him"
He was in a sleeping bag and fast asleep.
Then we all went home
