John's on his way over, so this'll be a bit of a quick one.
He's had a shit few call outs. And of course I want to fix everything, while knowing I can't. It's horrible seeing what happens behind closed doors, or out in public, to people going about their lives, to people with troubles, people facing hardship...people who could easily be us, or someone we love. Sometimes it's a shit job, seeing that. And all you can do is try and help just a bit.
This morning John seemed like he could do with a lie-in and some peace and quiet. So I said I was going for a run, if the boys wanted to come and walk the dogs. This turned into 7 of us running! (including dogs, which I will, because they were bigger than some of the human runners. And also faster. Much.)
Anthea mainly left us all for dust. Sherlock got bored after a bit and climbed a tree and threw things for dogs. The rest of us trudged around. Well...jogged. With a spring in our step. Honest.
I sort of hoped people would think Anth was a film star.
Sherlock made John a purpler Orange cake... it's actually lovely, despite slightly incongruous colour/flavour combos.
I can't believe what's going on in Russia. I'd urge you to sign petitions, at the very least.
First call out tonight was to a messy firearms/mental health/siege situation. I went along as bronze comm. thankfully it all ended quite fast and peacefully, thanks to some very good negotiating. I was incredibly pleased. It had horrible potential.
Still don't think I'll ever feel 'normal' having a weapon issued to me. Or facing down a situation wearing a vest. Certainly leaves your head feeling very exposed.
And finally, you should all go to Google and ask it what the national animal of Scotland is.