The Fourth Emergency Service

That'll be me, then.

My youngest phoned early this morning after a night of vomiting and stuff. "Help," she croaked... So I said I'd be right over and then I saw what was outside. Snow. It's spring for God's sake! However, being a man and naturally a hero, I slithered and slipped down the road to her house and spent the morning babysitting the boy while she talked on the Great White Telephone. If it's a virus, I'm not looking forward to making the same call...