When I got home at around four, I found a police car parked at the bottom of my path and a message on voice mail from my disabled neighbour’s son-in-law. It seems my neighbour had activated his alarm and the first response unit had sent the police to investigate. The son-in-law asked if I could go round to find out what was happening.
There were three young policewomen attending to Fred, and he was sitting there happy as a pig in muck! He’d had a fall in the bathroom, apparently, and couldn’t get up again. The policewomen had got him back to his armchair and made him a cup of tea. Well I never! One of the young women was pretty scrummy, so I asked indignantly whether she would come and pick me up if ever I fell over.
No I didn’t. I was a model of decorum and propriety, as befitted the situation. I think I should be proud of myself.
2 comments:
Jeff, you always manage to make me laugh not at you but with you because despite all these annoying inconveniences you employ your wit. I love what you said to the police woman about coming to pick you up! Priceless...what did she say back to you? And what does "scrummy" mean?
I didn't actually say it, Wendy. It was just my first instinct - as ever. She did smile at me lots, though, which was a bit off-putting at the end of a difficult day.
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