Hot Hot Hot !

Now this one is going to be hard to believe, but can be verified by the other members of Girls Aloud I ,eventually, dined with last night. Four of the original members ( minus Thelma who is in Ottawa....we miss you !) arranged to meet, as we do, in the Siam Thai restaurant in Malahide. At 6.30pm, 3 of us took our seats and pondered the immense menu, quickly deciding that the Three Way Jumbo Prawns sounded great.Just as I had taken sip 1 of my Sauvignon Blanc, our 4th member arrived. In a split second, she lost her footing beside the table and the poor dear fell down between the tables. This would just have been embarrassing and a bit funny if she had not actually banjaxed her ankle. It did not take medical degree to know that something was seriously wrong ( unlike the opinion I had with the Blonde's ankle at Christmas !). In a matter of moments, a very handsome man advised me that he was an
ex fire man, and proceeded to calm the poor injured party. An ambulance was called ,and two more( excuse the pun) HOT firemen arrived.God Bless the Dublin Fire Brigade. They were kind and funny and took really good care of my friend. In an act of total selflessness, I volunteered ( quickly) to travel alongside her in the Fire Brigade ambulance. We headed off with sirens ( soooo exciting !) and reached the large Dublin hospital in no time. On the way they asked about whether we had had our dinner before the fall and ,when we said no, we all agreed that we should have got a take out to eat in the ambulance. The driver suggested that he could have given a large amount of pain relief to my friend and we could have pulled over to eat it without her even noticing! It was like an episode of M.A.S.H.
We arrived at the hospital, where I spotted four people in bullet proof vests and asked if the Garda Task Force were there, only to be told they were hospital security !Let's just say we were not at the Mater Private !
The thing I noticed, in most amazement, ( remember,only 1 sip of wine)was that there were three ducks, yes ducks, at the ambulance entrance to A+E. They were talking away to each other, oblivious to all going on around them, so I presume a friend of theirs must have come in with a broken wing or beak and that they were waiting for him. I don't think they had come out for a smoke.
After a small incident, involving a scrubs clad (on George Clooney type) Doctor pulling my friends ankle back into place while I tried not to look horrified, I handed over her care to her husband. I then grabbed a taxi back the 23 minutes to Malahide. The Taxi Driver spoke for all 23 minutes. At one stage, he started on about cooking and what I thought he said was that he liked salas and Caucasians but maybe in hindsight it was salad and he liked to "cook asian". I texted my order to the rest of the band and on arrival back at 9.30, my Jumbo Prawns had been cooked three ways and were Divine, if a little hot. But not as HOT as the boys in D134 !