Friday, December 30, 2011

To Edinburgh?

Well that's settled then.
MADD Theatre Company is going to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival this summer.
Following a successful tour of Somerset towns we as a company decided to take our home written show on this ambitious project. And I daftly agreed to assist with publicity...

The show is titled Retail Therapy. Written by Kat Wilsher and Sophy Layzell it centres on a department store in the near future. Filled with love, deceit and faulty equipment the long suffering staff low through the sales period! The music for the show was all written by Natalie Wilsher and even now we still hum the tunes!
So, we have our full cast, our very excited technical team and hopefully our venue of choice! The re writes have been done (it had be condensed from 1hr40 over three acts to 1hr over1!) and we are redesigning the set . We are ready!
So, do you want to support a local predominantly youth theatre group who have the ingenuity, drive, creativity and talent to take this quirky little show to one of the greatest arts festival in the world? If so then keep watching for press releases about fundraising, sponsorship and previews!

The Fringe, MADD is coming!

PS I have added some photos of the the tour, one from each venue, a church, a warehouse, a kickboxing centre, a dancehall and a village hall!

Monday, December 12, 2011

A series of unfortunate events.

It was a journey I've done numerous times before.  It's a journey of about 100miles.  On Saturday it went wrong.

The plan itself was simple enough, the long suffering wife, daughters one and two and myself go to Swindon by car on Friday, spend the day with family.  On Saturday morning I get the £6 train, change once and then after walking across town, catch the slightly more expensive bus to work in time for 1400.  Easy. Granted there was little margin for error in catching trains and buses, a little like Phileas Fogg and Passepatout!

I decided as I had no clean uniform, to take some to Swindon and once cleaned and ironed wear it to work, easier than carrying a bag I thought, I'll only be travelling for an couple hours...

I got to Swindon at 0945, ten minutes before my train to collect my prepaid reserved ticket.  The station was HEAVING, I barely made it to the platform in time.  Fortunately the train was three minutes late.  Not a massive delay but enough that I actually caught it.  The train was busier than the station and, fortunately no one had stolen my seat.  On we went, all was going well until Box Tunnel.  The train, on leaving the tunnel ground to a halt, then crawled all the way to Bath.  Over the tannoy came the announcement "would the train manager please contact the driver".
Never a good sign in my experience.  We were now about ten minutes late.

The train manager shortly announced that, due to a mechanical fault we would be holding at Bath for ten minute whilst it was fixed.  I looked anxiously at my watch.  ten minutes was cutting it fine, and would leave me about five minute to catch my connecting train.

Twenty minutes later we depart.  Unfortunately my connection departed at the same time.  Great.

Arriving at Temple Meads nearly 20 minutes late I started the hurried search for another train passing through to Taunton.  Scanning the departure boards there was a Paignton bound train in ten minutes.  Brilliant!  That would give me just about enough time to get the bus.  Its a Cross Country train.  Damn.  Checking my ticket, hoping it says "all routes". Nope. Great Western only.

 "Ok, don't stress" I say to myself, "Just find someone in a Jacket and ask when the next one is, or if I can blag a ride on the XC train"

The helpful lady says to me that,trying to use a Great Western ticket on that train would incur a fine and we "wouldn't want that eh?!"
"Um, Nope..." I reply
cue awkward pause
"so when IS the next train I can use this on?"
"an hour, platform 7"

Now at this juncture three things simultaneously occur. One, I remember I'm in full uniform. Two, the Brother in Law and LS appear, like genies, by my side and Three, I realise that I'm going to be late for work.

I explain the saga and dilemma of my travels to TE and LS and joke that "oh well best make myself useful while I'm here".
I'm NEVER doing that again.  A man in a HiVis jacket approaches out of the corner of my eye..

"Scuse me.."
"Yes?"
"Are you a Paramedic?"
"Yes."
"Oh Good, Your not working are you?"
"No, I'm trying to get to work.."  I was about to lay a rant to him about being late but he cuts me off..
"Only someones collapsed on a train, would you mind coming over?"
"yes...I mean No...oh, wheres he too...?"

His face lit up a little.  3o seconds later I'm standing on yet another hot, full train, tending to a chap who had indeed collapsed and had a funny paleness about him.  A rather bemused crew took my handover and my explanation as to why I was there etc well and wished me luck on my travels.

Fortunately this little escapade had used up most of my time to kill, so I had enough time to call control and explain the situation.  Again.

I now boarded the next train.  I had hatched a new plan,  The bus was out.  It wasn't going to get me in on time.  So I decided to walk to the nearest ambulance station and hope there was something spare there I could borrow to complete my journey!  Arriving at the final train stop at the same time as I should have been at work I power marched across town. It's further than it looks on a map!
Any way, there was a staff car unused for a couple days so on controls' authority I procured it like a secret agent.  In Out Gone in less than five minutes.  I made it to work with 10 minutes to spare, made a cup of tea and....Got sent straight out!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The chicken blog!

When I was younger my parents were reasonably strict about what TV, if any myself and my siblings could watch. One of the programmes allowed was 'the Good Life'.  This started my mind off on a 20 year quest for self sufficiency, not helped in part by mothers good intentions to do the same and my grandparents who, as far as I was concerned were already there with a big veg patch, goats, sheep, chickens, fruit trees and bees!

Last year I floated this notion past my long suffering wife.  She was, to my surprise, quite keen!  I managed to obtain a disused allotment from the council, which to be honest is a major work in progress.  Now the winter is here I can actually start to clear the forest of Ivy, Brambles and the odd sapling!

The best thing however happened about a month or two ago.  The wife and I were discussing the risky subject of Christmas presents for each other.  The ideas were being bandied about until someone (probably not me) suggested getting chickens as a gift...

Neither of us objected...

The research began...

Within a few weeks we had selected a little house (a coop apparently) a breed, Orpingtons, and a seller, a man that had become affectionately known as "Chicken Man"  After making sure we were ready for this commitment, already having 2 daughterts and a cat, we bought the house.

Two days ago we made the trip to Bristol to collect our Urban Hens!  We bought four in the end, two Orpingtons called Lady Bantam and Mrs Hughes and two Pekin Orpington crosses called Cybil and Violet.  Funnily enough the house has been dubbed Henton Abbey!

So, as I continue me quest for self sufficiency I shall be adding to my blog Chicken and Allotment updates!

PS for those who maybe interested in chicken husbandry The Urban Farmer, based in Bristol, is reachable via  his website www.urbanfarmer.org.uk

Sunday, November 27, 2011

On Yer Bike

It has been announced today by the Association of British Insurers that cyclists should have insurance to protect themselves should they be injured in a crash or indeed to compensate others if they are at fault. The full story is available here...http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-15892074.

Now as a cyclist this concerns me slightly!  Firstly, I cant afford to pay for cycle insurance.  I already have life and critical injury insurance, which to my mind is enough.  Secondly, I take steps to avoid becoming a victim of an accident.  Driving about for a living, Day in, Day out I see cyclists NOT following the most rudimentary of measures to protect themselves and herein, as far as I'm concerned lies the problem.  So, in the spirit of the "big society" I will share my pearls of wisdom...

1. Wear a Helmet.  Quite frankly this is a no brainer, pardon the pun.  The tarmac is just as unforgiving whether you're on a pedal bike or a motor bike.  Just because its not legal doesn't mean you should wear one!  I personally have attended cyclists from beginners to competitors who have suffered severe injuries as a direct result from hitting concrete/windscreens.  This leads to point 2...

2. PUT YOUR KIDS HELMETS ON!  Child in a carrier with no helmet on?  Daft.  Fine if you want to end up a gibbering mess but don't sentence your little angel to the same fate!

3. Stand out.  So, it's getting dark.  Or the traffic is heavy.  Or you're on a road with an average speed of a the space shuttle.  Now, if that's me I'd quite like to be spotted by the juggernaut that insists on passing close enough to slap my arse, so a bright florescent jacket I don.  Doesn't have to be pricey, mine was a tenner from lidl...

4.  As with 3, Put some flaming lights on.  Enough said.

5. Where possible use cycle ways.  Sustrans among others have developed hundreds of mile of safe routes to ride.  Even in cities, generally designated routes are safer.

6.  OBEY THE LAW.  I've given up counting the number of cyclists I see jumping red lights, cycling on pavements, going the wrong way up a one way street.  This puts them at tremendous risk and moreover is ILLEGAL!

So pay heed and hopefully you wont need insurance.  Ignore it and maybe you just don't deserve the payouts...

Monday, November 14, 2011

A Dedication

This is a dedication to the unsung heroes of the emergency services.  The wives (and partners!) of us that work there!

You put up with us working long hours.
You cope with us working Christmas, New Years and in fact most public holidays and religious occasions.
You understand when we finish late day after day.
You get used to sleeping alone on nights and staying quiet during the day.
You don't mind when we're ranting about a bad day and listen with a smile.
You know we could get called out any time time night or day and not sure when we could return.
You wait up until stupid o'clock until we're home and safe.
You send make sure there is a packed lunch for us each day.
You understand we do what do because we love what we do.  For that we Love you too.

Dedicated to my very caring and understanding Wife,

Friday, November 11, 2011

48 hrs with a Paramedic pt2

Part 2
The second installment of 48hrs with a Paramedic!

Today we join Dan on a Late Ambulance shift.  Today’s shift starts at 1400.  Dan arrives on station at about half one to change and prepare for the shift.
Unfortunately, today the Ambulance Dan and his crewmate are due to work on is currently VOR – Vehicle Off Road – but a contractors are on their way to repair it!  Dan’s crewmate today is Hannah a newly qualified Paramedic; she arrives not long after Dan.  The time waiting for the Ambulance, a 7-year-old Renault Master, to be repaired is not wasted however.  Dan has the opportunity to catch up with some paperwork and speak with the station officer.  He then is able to fully check the Ambulance, stock it fully and give it a good clean, inside at least!

The crew are able to book on at just gone three and are soon despatched on listening watch, but never arrive as they receive an emergency call, to transfer a patient to Casualty from a smaller Minor Injuries Unit.  Having safely transported their patient the crew clear, making themselves available to control.  The MDT flashes the dispatch message to Return to Base, so dutifully the crew leave the casualty.  The traffic in the town is heavier than normal today, probably due to the weather and the Ambulance does not make much ground before the next Emergency and MDT alarms split the conversation in the cab.
As there are two persons aboard control rarely pass the incident by voice, but instead in a text message for the crew to read.  This incident is a medical call, and the crew are “backing up” an RRV.  Dan switches on the blue lights and starts weave his way through the heavy traffic but its hard work negotiating the queues of cars, red lights and pedestrians who are rushing to get home without getting wet.  Dan cycles through the sirens to make the ambulance as noticeable as possible, but still people fail to see them, causing the ambulance to come to intermittent grinding halts.  They eventually clear the town and although the traffic is still heavy, the roads open up.  They arrive on scene, receive the handover and convey the patient to the Hospital providing treatment as required. 

For the second time they clear the Hospital and are sent back to base.  Again, for the second time they are despatched an emergency call, another Medical call.  This time they are able to treat the patient at home, rather than take them to hospital.  Finally, Dan and Hannah get back to base and have their break.  While on break, the night crew arrive and confer before they themselves are despatched on an emergency call.  As soon as the break is over the ARP’s burst into life, another medical call, a patient has collapsed.  The crew arrive on scene and start assessing the patient, who looks quite poorly.  The casualty is carried out to the ambulance using a carry chair - a relatively lightweight collapsible chair with wheels to carry patients down stairs - and lays them down on the stretcher.  The crew continue to examine the patient and it becomes clear that an urgent conveyance to hospital is required.
At the hospital the crew hand over to the Nurse in Charge and register the handover using a computer terminal connected to the clinical hub (control) as they have done all night and leave the hospital.

Fortunately, the crew see the final hour or so of the shift on station, allowing them to put the vehicle away and on charge - there is so much electrical equipment that without plugging the ambulance into the mains the batteries would go flat! - restock, mop the floor and return the controlled drugs to stores.  Tonight, the crew are able to book off on time, not always a luxury, and go home.

You have experienced two days in the life of modern Paramedic.  The pay is not brilliant, the hours are unsocial and long and the working conditions can be arduous.  Some days are busier, most days are rarely quieter, and some days filled with trauma, some with medical.  Some days you are a counsellor, some days a referee, one day you maybe a teacher to a junior colleague, other days in awe of a crewmates tact, experience and skill.  In the morning, you may see the end of life, in the afternoon the beginning of a new one.  All I know is no two days are the same, no two patient the same, each demanding a different approach, skill set and outcome.

All I know is this is the best job in the world.

48 hrs with a Paramedic pt1

For more information about this weeks’ blog I direct you to last weeks’ one, that will tell you all you need to know, but in the meantime time, here it is, my updated (and NOT cynical) version of “A day with a Ambulance man”, 48 hours with a Paramedic!  It is rather wordy and there are no pictures so as to protect confidentiality and security.

Disclaimer:
This post is fully compliant with confidentiality to patients, my colleagues and corporation as a whole.  The following events although recorded straight from reality, are subject to artistic licence for confidentiality of aforementioned patients.

48 Hours with a Paramedic
Have you ever wondered what it is like to be Paramedic in the Modern NHS?  Well for the next 48 hours, “we” will give you an insight into the life of Dan, a Paramedic in a busy ambulance service.

Introducing Dan
Dan is a Paramedic with nearly a decade of operational ambulance experience.  He started his career in Ambulance Control, answering 999 calls as well as GP bookings and general enquiries.  He soon left control to move “on the road” as an Ambulance Technician.  He finally realised his dream of becoming a Paramedic in 2009.
Dan works at a small semi rural ambulance station with a large catchment area and a mixed population of young and old.  There is a large agricultural community dissected by very busy trunk roads.
We will be joining Dan on two shifts over 48 hours to see a typical day in the life of a Paramedic in the Modern NHS.

Day 1 0600 RRV
Its 0520.  Its still dark outside, but Dan alarm has just gone off.  He groggily slides from bed, kisses his wife goodbye and heads to the bathroom to get dressed.  At 5.40 he leaves the house, the car is cold and is barely warm by the time he reaches station.  Pulling into the yard the night ambulance is not there, an ominous sign he mutters.  It is now ten to six, the station is in darkness and Dan heads to the locker room to change into his uniform. 
Modern service uniform is dark green and across the south of England all ambulance staff wear the same uniform, for continuity.  Grabbing his kit bag, with High Visibility Jacket and trousers, medical books and guidelines and other Personal Protection Equipment, such as facemasks and gloves, he heads out to the Garage to find his RRV.
An RRV is a Rapid Response Vehicle, a car fitted with blue lights, sirens and reflective markings.   It is equipped with a range of life saving equipment including a defibrillator and allocated to the most serious emergencies, ahead of an ambulance to stabilise patients and begin treatment, or to assess more minor calls to prevent an ambulance attendance.  Today Dan is working on a Skoda Octavia Scout 4x4.  He books out his Morphine, a potent painkiller and “books on” using the MDT, the mobile data terminal. 
This small computer links the RRV to the ambulance control and allows emergency calls, information, dispatches, statuses and text messages to be sent to and from the car.  The car is also fitted with Advance Vehicle Location Services or AVLS, which allows control to track the RRV and allocate it to the nearest incidents.  The final piece of communication equipment is the ARP Radio, a digital radio system that acts a two-way radio, pager and phone.


Dan checks the cars equipment, medical supplies and drugs and washes the car.  Whilst doing this control send a dispatch message through to the MDT.  They instruct him to head over to the next town and wait for an emergency call there known as standby or Listening Watch.  Its 6.15am
Dan leaves the station, the night crew not back yet and it is still barely light, he stops at a petrol station to fuel the car and arrives at the dispatch point, a room in the towns’ fire station at 6.35.  It has basic cooking facilities, IT, TV, comfy chairs and toilets, making it a “social” dispatch point, meaning a crew can be left there all day.  He takes this opportunity to check emails and view the current trust call volume.
At 9.15 the ARP handset bursts into life, the screen reads AS1 Emergency.  Dan Heads downstairs to the RRV and sees the emergency call.  It is in a village about 10 minutes drive away.  He books mobile on the MDT and switching on the blue lights leaves the yard.
About 5 minutes into the drive control page on the radio and notify Dan that he is attending a female with chest pains and an ambulance is on route from another station.  Dan arrives on scene and begins an assessment of the patient, including an ECG, an electro-interpretive recording of the hearts activity.  Although it didn’t show this patient was having a heart attack, she still had chest pain, so when the crew arrived the decision was made to admit the patient to casualty at the nearest district general hospital.  Dan completes his handover, the process where the care of the patient passes from himself to the crew and then completes his element of the PCR, the patient clinical record.  This legal document records the care pathway and any treatment given to the patient by an ambulance clinician.
No sooner had Dan booked clear he was allocated another emergency call, this time about 20 miles away.  Control quickly paged through the details, Its another medical call, a female with a severe headache.

It takes about 15 minutes to drive down a network of windy country lanes to get to the patients house.  The patients’ carer, who explains what is wrong with the patient, meets us.  Dan then begins his assessment a full range of medical and neurological observations.  The patient is still in severe pain despite medication from the GP.  After a discussion with the patient, she agrees to attend casualty in an attempt to manage her pain.  Dan uses the Radio to contact control and ask for an ambulance.  They advice its ten minutes away, so Dan take the opportunity to give the patient some Morphine, through an IV catheter for her pain.  The ambulance arrives and Dan hands the patient over fully explaining to the crew what has happened before he clears scene.

Control dispatches Dan back to the ambulance station for his meal break.  This is a 30-minute period where crews remain protected from emergency calls.  In this time crews are able to eat and use the facilities however, the break is unpaid.  He takes the opportunity to eat a sandwich, chat with the station officer and restock the car from the previous job.  Whilst on station, the day RRV Paramedic arrives and Dan has time to have a chat with her before control again dispatch him on listening watch.
Two hours later Dan is despatched to the third incident of the day, an elderly female who was possibly having a stroke.  An ambulance arrives about 20 minutes later and takes the patient to casualty.  Control ask Dan to remain on cover in the town and at 1500 hours he is sent to what turns out to be the last call of the day, however, he is stood down before has left the town, the patient deciding to seek another route to health care.
Dan returns to the ambulance station where he meets the oncoming Paramedic and hands over the car.  He changes and leaves for home.  Its 16.10

Friday, November 4, 2011

Overtime Travels or An Introduction To Next Weeks Blog!

I do a lot of overtime.  Not excessive amounts but a lot.  This is mainly due to the fact that with two children and rising costs my basic salary doesn't stretch.as far as to have fun.  When I do overtime I like to sometimes venture out of the comfort of my own station and head into to the county, maybe catch up with some old  friends from my trainee year.
It was on one of these excursions I traveled deep into the middle of the county, where accents are thick and most jobs involve the need to negotiate livestock of some degree!  On my meal break, sat down in the deserted crew room (I guess they knew I was coming) I spied an old looking childrens hard back book on the table.  This book had become the basis for next weeks post.  The reason for it being next week shall become clearer.
The book was called "A day with an Ambulance Man" written by Jane Elizabeth Bowler and Christine Day, publshed in 1982 by Hodder Wayland and is one in a series of books for children about important people in society.  An interesting point to note is who they have featured.  Publicans, MPs, Fire Fighters, Hairdressers to name a few.
This book features an Ambulance Man from the former Sussex Ambulance Service.  I think his name was Colin, though I am most likely wrong.  The book starts by introducing us to "Colin" and about shift work.  We then follow him to work, meeting his crew mate.  The authors haven't brushed over a thing.  We watch the men do their VDI, even checking the oil.  We then accompany "Colin" and his Crewie "Roger" - again see previous disclaimer - on a routine transfer and a couple of emergencies including a fatal road accident and the ensuing paper work.  Then at the end of the shift we follow "Colin" home and meet the family.
The book is amazingly illustrated with photos depicting a wonderful insight into the 80's ambulance service now lost such as the old CF Ambulances.  Some old hats may feel I'm looking back through rose tinted glasses, but I don't care!  It's nostalgia from when the Ambulance Man was respected, wore smart uniform and had time to keep the chrome hubcaps clean!
The book had me intrigued and enraptured for my entire break, my tea even went cold.  There were so many similarities to now, the VDI,  the handover to sister, even the little hand gestures I have found myself using to indicate a red call (even that name hasn't changed in nearly 30 years!).  But it also high lighted the stark differences in todays' modern ambulance service.  The job titles, Paramedics after were devised in the 90's and only in the last decade have become a protected professional title.  The Uniforms, the vehicles, the staffing.  There wasn't a single female ambulance person in the book and the station officer only made a brief appearance to deliver a new great coat!  This book also inspired me.  Inspired me to write a modern equivalent, but in the form of the novice authors medium, the blog.  I thought about what constituted the modern ambulance service and how best to highlight key differences.  So I have chosen two shifts next week that I think will do that. Monday 0600 RRV and Tuesday 1400 Ambulance This time next week I shall publish it, with photos (where legally allowed).
In doing so I hope to give this wonderful little book a modern lift that can be enjoyed and maybe give younger people some information into a relatively mysterious service. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

My Birthuthduth Part Deux

After the night before we all woke nursing a hangover of some degree but there was no time to feel sorry for ourselves!  It was all hands to action stations we had to leave for Paignton!

Se this was part 2 of the birthday festival; a trip to the H's
The H's are Sians family, they are LH, mother and baby whisperer, GH, father and geocaching buddy and the Elusive AH, Sians sister.

We made good time even stopping for breakfast on the way!  We left Tim, GH and SH to watch the Torquay game whilst Sian, LH, Kat, Myself and Daughters two (too) went to a farm shop for coffee and muses.  After the footbal GH and myself went on a little Geocaching ramble to find his newly set cache! (for those who have no idea what I'm talking about I direct you www.geocaching.com all will be clear!)

The evening consisted of the four "children" hitting the pub in Paignton playing drinking games till GH came to collect us!

On Sunday and the final day of the festival we took part in the H's tradition of a breakfast club.  Its as good as it sounds before jumping on the Paignton and Dartmouth Steam Railway to Dartmouth for Geocaching, Shopping and a Cheeky Pint!

and thus ended this years birthday festival.  Great times spent with my favourite people!

My Birthuthduth

Last week saw a great event.  My birthday!  I turned 27, which as Kat likes to remind me, means I'm now in my late twenties.  I prefer to join the middle class yuppie idea of a twenty-something, it feels somehow classier!

This year my birthday became some what of a festival, spreading over four or five days, of which i'd like to share with you now!

Day 1- 13th October - 0200

Daughter 1 wakes up calling me.  I think she wants to offer me many happy returns first.  Turns out she wants some Calpol

0210 - Back to bed

0830 - I'm greeted with the best start to a birthday, a breakfast tray!  Breakfast trays are a bit of a tradition in the Ambulancemandan household.  They are a multifaceted tool for celebrating birthdays and anniversaries or when (normally Kat) isn't feeling too well or when (normally Me) is in trouble and needs to make recompense!  Sorry, I digress...
Kat delivered my breakfast tray of finest smoked salmon on a muffin with a fried egg, the yolk perfectly runny.  This washed down by a cafetiere of Lavazza's finest.  To top it off, shes' also clutching a mass of pressies and cards! Yay!

0930 - Cards opened, Presents Opened, Breakfast eaten I hit the shower and get ready to start the day!  You see, were off to Bristol to see Tim and Sian for dinner and a show (I'll get to that!)

1130 - Drop daughters 1+2 off at Nans (present part duex - child free day!)

um 1205ish (GWR time...) Purchased coffee and now sat on the fast train to Bristol

1240 - Bristol Temple Meads.  Its now a short walk to Cabot Circus and lunch in my favourite place of all time...Yo! Sushi!  Before we eat I treat Kat to a magnetic manicure with Nails Inc. (its only fair right?)

1330 Lunch - Sushi- Need I say more

After lunch we just wandered about Bristol with Tim who had now joined us waiting for Sian.  1700 came and with it so did Sian and the promise of supper and a sneaky visit to Giraffe!

Now, for the highlight of the day.  We Will Rock You, touring at the Hippodrome.
Tim and I were going leaving the girlies to enjoy Chocolate Fondue and shoe shopping.  The show was great, not as good as the west end, but touring shows never are are they?  Then, just as we thought it was all over - in fact some had already left the auditorium who should come on stage but...BRIAN MAY...yes he himself!!  Oh my days!!  And if it wasn't better than that he played Bohemian Rhapsody!
We left the Theatre awestruck and beaming, thins carried on all the way home and into Friday!

Friday was day two of the "festival".  A little more relaxed nothing was due to start until the evening.  We were hosting a dinner party for Tim, Sian, Sophy (Kats Boss) and her husband Harvey.

The salmon was cooked to perfection, the veg served right and the dessert was awesome.  The Wine flowed and Trivial Persuit divided opinions and so ended day 2...

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

A Rareity?

I'm not one for boasting. Really I'm not, but I experienced one of the most amazing and wonderful things. A weekend off.

It started on Friday. I had the pleasure of daddy daycare while Kat was a work. A lovely time was had by all and even after Ginge had gone to nursery Titch and I sat in the garden, in the sun.
Saturday was equally nice, relaxing at home no ARP radios, no shouting, just quiet, warm chilled out bliss before hitting Sainsburys for some much needed food (a bit mother Hubbard). The day however was topped off by the night. Along with Kat's drama school we entered into the Somerset tradition of Carnival. Those who have never seen one must add it to their bucket list! Huge floats decorated with impressive tableaux or comical, oversized gnomes. Dragons leaping into the sky or Roman chariots thundering by, all lit with literally millions of lightbulbs and lasers. Massive generators powering sound systems worthy of Wembley arena roar in the background as costumed lunatics dance, chained to their positions, barely stopping for breath.
We were in this.
A walking entry collecting money from the amassed crowd of awestruck locals. Our twist? Hare heads. Papier mâché hare heads. So there was I, Kat her business partner and assembled students dancing (the majorettes were right behind us!) running, tearing, acting like mad march Hares through Ilminster WITHOUT being arrested! Such fun!

Not much could top that I hear you say, but Sunday, oh Sunday.

We had collected Sian from the station late on Saturday and therefore, especially after our Hare raising antics had a well earned lie in and home cooked Dan cooked brekkie. They rest of this gloriously sunny day was taken up by cider, ice cream and the magnificent marvel that is Kat's roast pork with all the trimmings. All of this eaten and spent on the decking.

I feel so refreshed, I may as well had a holiday. The ironic thing is, that, all this fun and relaxation in glorious sunshine, living an almost Mediterranean al fresco lifestyle has happened in OCTOBER!

Long live the Indian Summer!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

First Blog

Well, I've never Blogged before.  I've often thought about it, toyed with the idea in my mind, even kept a handwritten journal as a practice, but never actually done it.  That is until now.
I have no idea what I am doing, whether this is going to be any good or if people are even interested in reading it.  I'm not even sure I will remember my log in details.
But never mind I shall persevere, who knows where it might lead!

So, the first ever entry starts at 9pm on a reasonably ordinary Wednesday.  I'm sat (or have been sat for the last couple hours) watching TV.  New Highland Rescue followed by Ultimate Emergency Bikers to be exact -this is relevant.  Daughter number 1 or "Ginge" is tucked up in bed, fast asleep, bathed an thoroughly worn out from a busy day with mummy.  Number 2 daughter or "Titch" is asleep at my feet in the Moses basket, occasionally stirring with a missing dummy.
The reason for my evening of indulgence is Kat "the wife" a Drama Teacher, is at a band rehearsal.  Yes I'm married to the lead singer of a band, I totally rock!  I'm hoping she'll be back soon with some pizza...
So, that's a brief introduction to the family, I have no doubt they will feature heavily out here in BlogWorld (can I say that?...)

So me?  I'm a Drummer with out a proper band and heavily involved in performing arts in various guises!
I'm also a Paramedic, hence the relevance or the TV shows.  There are a lot of good Paramedic/EMT/Doctor/Nurse blogs out there, so if I can even write a fraction of their standard I'd be very happy!  I expect Work and the Paramedic Degree I'm studying for will also feature heavily, after all is that not the reason us medics blog?  To Vent? To Share? To Counsel?

So here we go...

If you like this you can follow me on Twitter too..@ambulancemandan but I have a habit of rambling...

A bit like now...