I don’t often…
I don’t often leave my mobile on when I go to bed, but I’m glad I did.
I don’t often get calls at 3am, but I’m grateful for my friends insomnia and good sense to make that call.
I don’t often knock on strangers doors in the wee small hours of the morning, but desperation is a compelling motivator.
I don’t often drive around Northampton as the sun slowly starts to uncover its landmarks, but I couldn’t just sit and hope for the best.
I don’t often ask my sister to do something that I wouldn’t do, but somebody had to stay at home and man the phones – even if it meant at times all she could do was sit and hope.
I don’t often cry, but all the fear, tension and tiredness couldn’t be contained as I saw you moving on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance.
I don’t think I’ve ever told, but life would be so much less without you. Don’t do that again!
