One of these days Darren's going to stop using his door key and come shimmying up a rope to the balcony with a box of Cadbury's Milk Tray, I'm convinced of it.
The thing is, whenever he comes home from a mission I get the full run down on the night's events and it's hard not to visualise what he's talking about. Today I realised I actually visualise him trundling through the Australian bush in a black cat suit, despite the fact I know full well he goes out to work in that comedy Early Learning Centre doctor's outfit. And the catsuit makes the budgie smugglers seem decent, if you catch my drift.
Last night he was sent on a helicopter mission to Moruya, which is down the New South Wales coast. And from there it was four wheel drive ambulance, two hours drive into the bush to rescue a caver who'd fallen and dislocated his shoulder.
The patient's fine. By the time the batmobile reached him, so had the paramedics, police, Uncle Tom Cobbly and all. All that faffing about with the zip up the back of the catsuit came to nothing.
Nothing except a lot of wildlife. Driving through the Australian bush at night is like watching some sort of feature-lenght David Attenborough programme because it's teeming with wildlife, mainly wombats and kangaroos but a lot of eyes in the trees as well; big shiny eyes, no idea what they belong to.
And alas, still no Milk Tray. And not even a calling card.
No comments:
Post a Comment