Argh! Of all the things that I read about on this blog, the thing that most annoys me is the idiots that ring for an ambulance because they may have a baby sometime in the next week. I'm expecting a baby at the moment (tomorrow in fact). Our timing is pretty spectacular - we're booked for Cheltenham, and it's the middle of Race Week. The roads are jammed solid. No less than 3 other expectant morons mothers have told me, quite seriously, that the moment I go into labour I should ring an ambulance so that I can be blue-lighted through the traffic jams. Another has told me that they are planning on going in by ambulance 'to avoid the car parking charges'. Idiots. In my last labour, I was transferred by blue-light from the local maternity unit to the consultant unit at the big hospital. The crew arrived to collect me incredibly quickly and got me there as quickly as they could (though they really could do with bigger Entonox cylinders on the big yellow bus), just in time for me to be wheeled in and give birth, then tell the staff who I was so that they could write the my name on my daughter's wristband, then be whizzed off to theatre. If that crew had been tied up dealing with any of the idiots above what was a happy outcome could have been entirely different. My daughter would probably have 'Layby, A46' as her place of birth, and I would have leaked an awful lot of claret over the back of the ambulance. *ahem* OK, I'll stop ranting now. Must be the hormones.