No, I didn't call

Friday of last week.  Around 4.30 pm.  There I was sitting quietly crocheting, no radio or TV on as I was concentrating on a new pattern.  I'd already repeated a few rows more than once as I'd get to the end of a row and not have the right number of stitches.  Isn't it so annoying when you know you've made a mistake somewhere, somehow but have no idea how or where it happened?

My door that faces the road was open but I hadn't heard a vehicle stop outside.  Lost in my own crocheting world I must have been.

There was a very loud knock on the door at the same time as a man's voice called out - very loudly - "Are you here, Pauline."  I called that yes I'm here.  Coming.  By the time I got to the kitchen there was a very large man, in a uniform, half way through the kitchen coming towards my voice.  Thinking back on it, the look on my face must have been comical.  Through the kitchen windown I saw an ambulance sitting outside the window.  This man I didn't know was calling me by name asking had I called?  I was thinking called what.  Oh, an ambulance.  No, I finally managed to reply, I had not.  

The ambulance officer then said my neighbour's name and I directed him to the right house.  As he was running back to the vehicle I noticed there was a driver in the vehicle also but the sun was shining on the windscreen and I couldn't see a face although I got the impression it was a young female.

My neighbour is now home again after a couple of nights in hospital getting him sorted.  He's fine.

But the mystery remains how did that ambulance officer know my name?  The only explanation is that the driver must have known me or at least have known my name and that I lived in this house.  Trouble is, I don't think I know anyone who is an ambulance officer. 

A friend reminded me that I'd met a lot of people in my work at the lodge, and in previous jobs and that I'd lived in this particular area for a long time and in the north for a very long time.  True, but not many of those people would know where I live.  It's a mystery.

Wonder if I'll ever find out.

For my own distraction, here's a little scene that took my eye when I was at the football on Saturday. I was quite a distance away but was taken by the way the older boys were interacting with the little girl.  I'm out of the habit of taking my camera with me.  I like to only take what can fit in my pockets as I (always seem to) need an umbrella and also have both hands free for applauding good play.