
Tell us your tales of the police, ambulance workers, firefighters, and - dammit - the coastguard
( , Thu 16 May 2013, 11:33)
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When I had surgery to remove my cancers, the surgeon who performed the operation gave me a lift home. He pointed out that he lived a few streets away from me and it would be a waste of money to get a taxi.
So after I had recovered for a few hours, and he had finished work, he drove me home. It wasn't a great journey as I was still a bit drugged up, and all he wanted to do was talk about the size of the tumour. The way he obsessed about it, I wonder if he keeps it in a jar on his desk.
( , Thu 16 May 2013, 16:34, 1 reply)

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