Terry Prone: Impressed by health service after Bryan’s bloody dash to Beamount

He gave me concise instructions as to how to get to the A&E and a minute later, I pulled up with a scorched rubber noise in front of a line of ambulances, writes Terry Prone

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HAVING conducted two visitors through a tour of my Martello tower last Sunday, I was having a cup of coffee, looking out over the sun-shimmer sea, when Bryan appeared, one hand pointing at the ceiling, the other hand clutching the wrist of the first hand. He was also dripping blood on the floor. He doesn’t do this often. Mostly, he does gardening and painting.

He stood there and apologised, which nearly created a conversation where I said he was welcome to drip on my tiles any time, sure wasn’t it lucky I didn’t have carpet? I skipped trying to find out what he was sorry for and ascertained he had accidentally brought his full weight to bear on the blade of a Stanley scraper. Even though he had his wrist clamped by a strong hand, blood was pulsing out between his fingers, which suggested an artery had been cut.