No hunky rescue crews

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A lady collapsed at work today and I have to say we (me and 2 colleagues) were very calm and competent. Called an ambulance, did recovery position, checked pulse, kept everyone calm. I couldn't help but feel a little excited when I saw the blue light approaching (despite my concern for the old bird of course) wondering what delights might alight. I am such a cow, even in an almost dire (teeny dire) situation and I'm trying to check out the tottie. Needn't have worried as they were nottie tottie but very sweet and also competent at their work and prompt, always a good thing. So my little day dream of biting botties of hot rescue totties diappeared with the not hottie totties as fast as they had arrived - and they were fast.
Meanwhile it turns out that someone that was getting a bite was that bloody cat again! Came home to bird feathers in the kitchen, but no corpse I'm pleased to say.
Continuing with this essay as fast as I can, in between phone calls from Chloe about her 30th this Saturday. Any hottie totties coming Chloe?
Imagine Josh in uniform, any uniform other than Dharma rags....