Before that, however, I have an evening at home with the family. A nice quiet, relaxing evening, that I have been looking forward to all week.
Arriving home, I am assaulted by the wonderful aromas of my dinner, simmering in the oven! Can it get any better? RRD-Dad rings, and we have a chat about who's been busier than who.
My other phone rings.
My heart sinks as I realise that, at least for me, dinner will just have to wait.
As I ride the motorway to my destination, I muse on how long it has been since I have been called to a job. Sure, I have been woken; on one occasion I even got to the car and started driving. But, an actual job - well, many weeks. And then I start to wonder quite how I will manage this one. Will this job be the one...
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