We are on our way back from town after after a nice coffee and cakes today. Town was busy and it’s a showery.

Along Marine drive, the road back into Rhos, there’s something going on, traffic stopped on either side, which is unusual.

We see a few folk gathered round an elderly lady on the pavement.

I stop to see if I can help, and she flat on her back, blood all over head and face. She tells me her name is Pat, and she’s down from Preston with friends for the weekend.

“Pat” has a good collection of skull lacerations, and is bleeding freely, but doesn’t seem to have any breaks or concussion.

The house owner brings me some towels and we get her on a chair and apply pressure to the wounds. A passer by is calling the ambulance, he says they want to speak to me.

I give them a situation report, and I ask how long they will be. “We can’t say”…. No, seriously! 

This is a joke, I’m supposed to sit here with this elderly lady and her 3 friends and wait on the pavement for hours? I have already been here an hour and half. 

The poor old thing wants to go back to her guest house, but that’s just possible! 

So we reach a decision, her friends have to take her to A & E in their car. The house owner kindly rings the ambulance service to cancel. 

I get her into their car, make sure her makeshift dressing is secure, and off they go. ( Their sat nav has the location)

What is this country coming to! It’s a bloody joke!