It is 7pm, and you are sitting at home. Your rest is disturbed by the sound of your mobile phone ringing: "The Boys Are Back In Town", by Thin Lizzy. It's your mate Ben, wondering if you might like to meet up for a drink later, as you haven't seen each other for a while. You go out to a quiet pub, with a roaring fire, have a few drinks, and reminisce about the old days, and complain how no-one seems to do their job properly. You get back home around midnight, and go to sleep.
It is 4am, and you are in bed. Your sleep is disturbed by the sound of your mobile phone ringing: the drum solo from "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins. It's Ambulance Control, wondering if you are available for a job, as your mate Ben has called in a serious RTA. You jump out of bed, go out immediately, into the pouring rain, to help Ben get an unconscious chap out of an overturned car. You travel in the back of the ambulance with him, then. once you have handed over your patient, you stand around in the freezing cold, drinking NHS tea out of paper cups, and reminisce about the old days, and complain how no-one seems to do their job properly. You get back home around 6am, and lie awake.
Nice to see you this morning, Ben.
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