Well done that man

Posted on Wed 27 February 2008 at 08:56

On Sunday, Danny was taking his son to play cricket and headed off over the Rimatakas in the car.  He was one of the very first people to come across a serious accident.  A motorcyclist had come off his bike and was in a bad way.  Danny got out and helped for 40 minutes at the roadside, by the sound of it saving the chap’s life.  The biker (although extremely unfortunate to be involved in an accident) was lucky to be first aided by Danny, who is a paediatric nurse and another man who turned out to be an A & E nurse.  They kept him going right up until the point he was put in the ambulance. The fire crew and Police thought they were doing such a good job, they left them to it and did what they needed to do instead.  Despite his many injuries, they kept with it and as the ambulance pulled away, the crowd that had gathered broke into a spontaneous round of applause for the first aiders.  Well done that man – I’m proud to know you.

I am running out patience with BAAAAD kitties.  Every time I think there is nothing worse they can do, they prove me wrong.  Lord help me, I think New Zealand will become a barren wasteland devoid of all lifeforms smaller than the kitties shortly as most of it has ended up on my living room carpet.  Poppy brought a live mouse in the other day and let it go in the kitchen.  I yelled at her and she picked it up and stalked off - if indeed a cat can stalk with it’s mouth full of mouse, climbing through a catflap!   But Scottie kitty takes the prize this week.  Melissa woke me up at stupid o’clock 2 days ago.  I thought she had come to tell me she wasn’t well but no, Scottie had brought a live bird into her bedroom and then let it go.  She woke the girl as she clambered over her head in a fevered attempt to get it down off the curtain rail.  I had to get a towel and throw it over the bird to get it down.  There seemed to be a lot of feathers and bits of flesh in the hall but the bird (looked like a little sparrow) seemed unscathed.  We shut it in the spare room for a while and it started cheeping so we took it out the front door and it flew off.  But there was a fingernail sized piece of flesh and many feathers in the hall, which leads me to the conclusion that there must have been more than one.  I know it is a cat’s nature to hunt but dear me, could they not wait until a respectable hour of the morning to do so?  No sodding consideration for others!!  I will return the favour by getting up at 3am this morning and turfing the pair of them out with the aid of a large bucket of cold water – let’s see how THEY like it!!

Only 4 days until Shane and Lisa arrive!!

 WOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!  I have been counting down the days  at work and they all know how many days left!!  I made them all come and look at the band’s site on the office computer today: 

http://www.mindgoneblind.com/

and tomorrow I am going to take in the copy of ‘The Northern Scot’ with an article of the band in it………God: I’m relentless!!

Can’t wait!!