There is a road in our town. A very busy road. Famed for fast food, drugs, prostitutes and house clearers. If you were trying to drive down it tonight I'm sorry.
Well, I'm not really, but......You'll see.
Emergency call said car versus pedestrian. It also said that the pedestrian couldnt speak English and he was complaining of an ankle.
An ankle what? We werent sure. This is becoming more evident. The call takers are under so much time pressure these days to get the details of the call down that sometimes the grammer and spelling can be a bit.......eccentric.
Anyway, we got there and found a man lieing in the middle of the road. Bystanders were everwhere, being remarkably well behaved for this area
He was Polish and had had a drink but he was pleasant enough. His friend was a bit upset but was translating well.
His leg was where it hurt. Scissors out, jeans cut, lump in leg. That looked broken. It was definately broken a few minutes later when he waved it about.
We all winced.
People kept wandering up to have a look. You can deal with them in one of two ways. Either give them advice regarding sex and travel or ignore them. I was going for the second at that time
Anyway we got him loaded on a van and took him to hospital. Driving past the miles of traffic jam that we had caused made me smile
Just a bit
