Adventure's of Safety Dave

Dear George,

  Today my skills as a first aid trained employee of the Aldwych theatre were put to the test.
A couple of hours ago a member of the stage management team trust into the crew room making a bee line to the LX office.

"David Churchill? Is David Churchill here?"

  A cry for help if ever i heard one!

"Someone has fallen over on stage and we need a first aider"

  Well all i can say is that this particular call for my first aid assistance was more than worth the 5 days spent in a stuffy room 2 years ago doing the course.
  One of the leggy dancers had come a cropper while warming up for the matinee show.  As i was lead to the stage right wing i noticed that props had been moved aside and a small clearing had been made, there was to be found a figure of beauty, lying recumbent with her left leg raised and supported by a suitcase.  I knelt beside her and immediately lost myself in her soft gaze.  As she spoke i couldn't help but notice tears filling the corners of her blue eyes.  The tumble she'd taken had pulled sharply on her thigh and consequently aggravated a previous injury.  We both knew she wouldn't be dancing for a while.
  She was now leaning forward a little, her left had rubbing the painful area on her leg, her other hand supporting her upright. I went through my memorised spiel about the best way to treat muscle sprains and the like (rest, ice, elevation and compression), when, like in the beginning of so many of my teenage dreams, i was handed a couple of ice packs. i took them, she lent back and through her pained watery eyes she gave me a trusting look, i pressed the ice gently against her thigh and she allowed herself a small gasp before biting her bottom lip.
 Moments past and i snapped out of the enchanting world I'd wondered into.  i took her hand so that she could hold the ice pack herself. Together we got her to her feet to assess the damage further and inform the relevant cast members and stage management team that an angel had fallen and now needed to rest.  I asked if there was anything else i could do, but alas, even as i asked i knew there was nothing left for me to do but say good bye and wish her a speedy recovery.  And with that i turned and walked away.

  The weather here is pleasant, not too hot, not too cold.  My train was 2mins late this morning, and a first class stamp will cost you 60p

Take care buddy,
Yours,
Dave