The Worst Feeling

0650am and moving well through the lines of traffic, with the sirens wailing, the lights flashing and all other road users jumping out of the way, might be viewed as a good feeling.

It is, however, the worst feeling that accompanies it is we are on our way to hospital 25 mins away and we should be finishing in at 0700am.

I do not mind the overrun, it's the fact we have to sit in the traffic back to base under normal driving conditions and then I have to drive back through the jams in my own, non blue light equipped car for the 65 mile drive home.

After a busy 12 hour night shift, I am not looking forward to the prospect. I may resort to a few hours kip on the crew room sofa to let the commuting hoards dissipate.