A degree of excitement came into our dull, rural lives this weekend when the air ambulance clattered overhead and parked up, as it were, over the tree clad hills. Apparently some peasant had almost sawn off one of his legs with a chain saw. Claret everywhere, as you might imagine. Anyway two paramedics were winched down and then winched back up with said peasant. The smoke was the result of the downdraught fanning the embers of a fire that the other woodcutter had lit to guide the helicopter in. By the way, if you ever need an ambulance in Italy you dial 118; the fire brigade is 115 and the police is 112. Or is it 113? Hmm.
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If said peasant did the same thing again he wouldn't have a leg to stand on.
Legless in Italy. As if.
I take you've been and searched the scene just in case a haunch was left for smoking - more proscuito.
I hope no actual claret was hurt in this accident!
We once had an air ambulance land in front of our Northamptonshire homestead. The Boys went bonkers and I went out on to the lawn with a glass of Pimms. The pilot got out, stared at a piece of paper and said the name of a neighbouring farm. "Next one down" I said, pointing with the glass. "Cheers mate" he said, and a massive clattering draught wildly shook the rhododendrons.
Peter. I can picture the scene. A lovely description.
Interesting that 118 gets the Feds in Italy but Directory Enquiries in Rip-Off Britain. In an emergency, I suppose an Italian would be really pleased to see two irons looking like Dave Bedford appear.
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