My niece, her family and some friends have been here for a couple of weeks and have just left. For 10 of those days my niece's son and his girlfriend have been staying at my house (the rest of them in holiday apartments).
For a number of years when people asked me if I was ever going to hook up with another woman I always replied I was looking for a tall, slim woman with good legs and hopefully rich. The usual comeback was "If we find one that's available you'll be the last one to know!"
So, with my niece's son's girlfriend arriving a few days after the main bunch I borrowed a car and picked her up from the airport.
Five foot eleven, slim, blonde, very fit from horse riding, karate and other sports, blonde and works for Border Force. She's also very pleasant company and likes a beer.
I'm old enough to be her grandfather of course and people who met her are now taking the piss out of the ol' giffer. M does not meet the old criteria but ticks other boxes but she couldn't resist a witty comment. Depression is hovering again . . .
). The GP was quite happy to arrange for an ambulance but I was sat there ready to go (half expected it to happen). Have to say the local health services have been ace again (I even found a parking place straight away at the hospital 
). They looked at the ECG that the GP had done, eyebrows went up and woooosh...into a resuss ward. Lots of wires and beep! beeps! Much consultation, some medication, more monitoring for a few hours, follow up plan etc. If anything they've got slicker in the emergency unit since I bothered them a couple of years ago. People were getting seen pretty quickly, so chapeau to them and our local health centre.
