Disasters they say come in three's.
Mr C is currently on number three. What they didnt tell Mr C was that as well as disasters coming in three's they are also accompanied by Mr Beast , Mr Frobisher and the lovely Jackie , we are like the riders of the apocalypse , shakespeares witches , or those old crones that used to sit , knitting next to the guillotine. Dont bother phoning the emergency services , we will be there quicker.
Mr C arrived home on saturday to find his living room looking like an abbatior , blood everywhere , poor Alfie the dog , having nearly severed his tongue chewing something , laying in the middle of the carnage.The greedy little beast Lloyd , not one to pass a free lunch , was merrilly lapping up blood.Frenzied phone calls ensued to find a local emergency vet , and a call to alert the Trio of doom.
Before Mr C had time to put down the phone , Thunderbirds one and two (Myself and Frobisher ) where homing in from opposite ends of Bournemouth.The lovely Jackie was giving her own brand of moral support/medical advise over the phone , 'I have some homeopathic spray' , she kindly offered..........
oh right , just lost an appendage , bleeding to death , spraying great gouts of arterial blood up the walls , but its all ok Jackie will be round in a bit with some hippy spray , a bowl of pot pourri and a CD of whale song........
Myself and Frobisher , arrived almost simutaneously like a crack swat unit and while Mr C and Alfie careened off in search of emergency vetinary aid , we followed the blueprint for a crisis , layed down over centuries of war , empire and the blitz.
Now had we been johny foreigner (a ghastly thought I know) , there would have been wild hysterics,froggish capering, beating of chests , burning of flags and firing kalashnikovs in the street.But no...
We made a nice cup of tea.
Thus fortified Frobisher donned some rather fetching rubber gloves and dabbed away at the spectacular blood stains , and I went and did a little light washing up.(well one likes to be clean and tidy)
Luckily Alfie was all stitched up , and apart from being a bit woozy from the aneasthetic is ok and I think Mr C has recovered from the shock :-)
So as thats disaster number three we can now all relax , unless Mr C is going for the big six