It's been an odd few days, and I am not referring to the truly astonishing revelations that Conservative MPs are a bunch of crooks, that Yorkshire County Cricket Club is full of racists, or that the Pope is a Catholic. The most disconcerting thing that happened to me was that I found myself the only person in attendance when someone had a heart attack. The main learning point from this was that if one has to have a health emergency then it is better to do so in the company of an individual whose qualifications are in medicine rather than in accountancy. I didn't recognise any of the symptoms and only started to comprehend exactly what was happening when the ambulance controller gave me the location of the nearest defibrillator and told me to go and get it. Fortunately for everyone involved the ambulance itself arrived at that point and I was grateful to be able to hand over to the paramedics. I understand that the patient is recovering in hospital; I also needed a long lie down.
Let's cheer ourselves up with a story about both accountants and doctors:
A woman goes to the doctor and after examining her he says "I'm sorry to tell you that you only have six months to live."
She is shocked and exclaims "Doctor, is there anything that I can do?"
"Well," he replies "you could marry an accountant."
"Will that make me live longer?" she asks, puzzled.
"No," said the doctor "but it will seem longer."