It’s not just a job it’s a special calling To help strangers out in situations appalling Who swoop in to help in our darkest hour Survival literally within their power
Those ambulances flying at breakneck speeds To get to you quickly whatever your needs Never knowing what the next job will be It could be your family or you or me
so grateful for their skill and patience through experience and observation You have to be a special kind of person a guardian angel for which I am certain
Our lives are literally in their hands Only a paramedic would understand They truly are worth their weight in gold So professional dedicated and controlled
If you hear that siren or, flash of blue Move over Safety and let them through It could be a matter of life or death Or Some poor souls final breath
There’s something so special about being by the sea living so far inland it’s a joy to me Whether the Suns out or whether it’s cold That blue of the sea and sand of gold
You can dive straight in and swim like a fish Or sit and watch eating fish and chips Those gusts of wind whipping up the sand Makes the fish taste gritty salty and bland🤢
Seagulls swooping with that high pitched cry Scavenging then soaring high in the sky The crash of the waves hitting the shore Just like it always has done centuries before
The pier in it’s day would’ve been grand across the water far out it spanned Ice cream parlours and fun fair rides Arcades and candy-floss along the side
It can be a busy or lonely place the sea breeze the view to embrace excited children with buckets and spades mum and dad with designer shades 😎
Slap that sun cream on at least factor 30 Sand and lotion all sticky and dirty Watch the surf froth up the foam Then ready for that long drive home 🏠
Remember the days you went out to dinner, with a glass of wine and a pint of bitter. Traditionally it was always steak and chips, always a treat on our monthly trips. Prawn cocktail in a glass, was ALWAYS a must, little triangles of brown bread without the crusts. The Berni Inn was a special place, traditional food to fill Your face. . Some go to posh places Just to be seen, paying a fortune for their meagre cuisine. Berni Inns did food filling the gap – not little tit bits with drizzle and crap. Some have to feel they’re up there with the ‘Jones’s,’ dreading the Bill as the waiter approaches.😱 Probably still hungry as they make their way home.. and probably will have to take out a loan! Maybe we should stick to fish and chips and give all these fancy restaurants a miss. It’s obscene Just what these places are charging when there’s poverty, food banks and people are starving. So, go to the chippie and fill yer boots. Maybe it’s just me?…….and my northern roots?
