Today’s feature from Tony is more of a beautiful paeon to our hard-working emergency services. Granted it was meant to be a Monday Moan about Boris but hey, the less we say about him the better!
“Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity”
Boris, A Wally?
Sunday evening: around 7.00 pm and I was preparing to write a devastating insight into Boris Johnson: his character, relationships, tendencies to be a wally and the magnetism that Conservative supporters adore.
Then the blue flashing lights began to pulsate outside our house. We arrived (in other words observed from the upstairs bedroom} to see three police cars, an ambulance and two civilian cars immediately outside our drive. Our neighbour was comforting a woman and two people were sitting on a wall. On the ground was a person and there was a desperate effort by the paramedics and the police to administer CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation).
A police officer stepped back, ran her hand through her hair, breathing deeply. A paramedic took over and the physical massaging of the chest seemed to be assuming a greater intensity. Another police car arrived, an officer ran to the scene and departed almost immediately. A third member of the medical team took over the massaging and it was clear that the patient had a mask over the face.
Our Amazing Emergency Services!
The officer who seemed to be in authority took over the CPR for the third time: up and down, frantically trying to reclaim a heartbeat, again and again until she stepped back and almost wilted at her knees. The physicality continued; three people were sitting on a wall, the ladies with their hands to their mouths. Another car arrived and a police officer rushed to the scene carrying a yellow case.
We had been watching for twenty minutes although we made sure no-one could see us and perhaps cause a distraction. The CPR continued. A paramedic rushed to the ambulance and disappeared inside. A police officer was speaking to the three strangers and taking notes.
There was a pause and a brief conversation between the various emergency services and then the CPR started again. There was no passing traffic because clearly the police had cordoned off the area.
Still they carried on, each person’s session becoming shorter as fatigue became apparent. On and on and then they stopped. They had a conversation and then they covered the body over The three watchers collected their cars and drove off. There was intense activity and we returned to our work. There was a knock at the door and a police officer told us a lady had collapsed in the street.
I sat back and marvelled at the sheer competence and commitment of our emergency services. Police, paramedics and support officers had given everything they had to save a life.
I returned to thinking about Boris Johnson. I decided that I could not be bothered to try to rationalise a seriously demented politician. He became an irrelevance. I had witnessed the loss of a person’s life and I decided to close my file.
I hope that John Milton has called it right.