a weird weekend...
my best beloved and I were walking up my road late on Saturday night, bemoaning the continued lack of press coverage of our show, when we heard a squeal of breaks, a thump and saw a pair of trainers flying through the air towards us. then we looked down and saw the guy who'd just been hit by a taxi.
your mind spins ahead to all sorts of horrific consequences, but by the time his girlfriend had run out of breath from her first scream, my love was on the phone to the ambulance, and directing traffic away from the prone man.
an Aussie nurse happened to be walking by on her way from the pub, instantly sobered up and took control, getting him in the recovery position. The guy soon started talking weakly, but the shock had obviously driven all English from his mind and he could only speak in Polish, with his girlfriend translating. I, being English, could only think of one useful thing to do which was to get tea for the poor cabbie. the accident wasn't his fault, and he looked white as a sheet.
eventually the ambulance turned up and we all went on our ways, the cab following the ambulance and me still clutching a half full thermos of tea. we met the nurse again at the bus stop where she was complaining about the blood on her jacket. the next day my love and I went to the Globe to see Mark Rylance's final ever performance there. I imagine the Polish guy and his girlfriend spent the day in hospital, the cabbie I hope took the day off and recovered his nerves and I can't guess what the Aussie nurse did...
a very common London occurance I'm sure, but an odd way for the lives of a bunch of strangers from all over the world to intertwine.
take care of yourselves and each other. life is very precious.
my best beloved and I were walking up my road late on Saturday night, bemoaning the continued lack of press coverage of our show, when we heard a squeal of breaks, a thump and saw a pair of trainers flying through the air towards us. then we looked down and saw the guy who'd just been hit by a taxi.
your mind spins ahead to all sorts of horrific consequences, but by the time his girlfriend had run out of breath from her first scream, my love was on the phone to the ambulance, and directing traffic away from the prone man.
an Aussie nurse happened to be walking by on her way from the pub, instantly sobered up and took control, getting him in the recovery position. The guy soon started talking weakly, but the shock had obviously driven all English from his mind and he could only speak in Polish, with his girlfriend translating. I, being English, could only think of one useful thing to do which was to get tea for the poor cabbie. the accident wasn't his fault, and he looked white as a sheet.
eventually the ambulance turned up and we all went on our ways, the cab following the ambulance and me still clutching a half full thermos of tea. we met the nurse again at the bus stop where she was complaining about the blood on her jacket. the next day my love and I went to the Globe to see Mark Rylance's final ever performance there. I imagine the Polish guy and his girlfriend spent the day in hospital, the cabbie I hope took the day off and recovered his nerves and I can't guess what the Aussie nurse did...
a very common London occurance I'm sure, but an odd way for the lives of a bunch of strangers from all over the world to intertwine.
take care of yourselves and each other. life is very precious.
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Upon looking at the picture of that bear, I have decided it might be in my best intrest to not try and hug one if I happen to encounter one! Thanks for the warning!
I didn't get washed away by water or wine this week but I do the whole thing all over again next week so who knows! But for now, I'm home and I'll be able to surf the net and sleep in my own bed tonight!
Yay me!