Through the frosted glass of the front door, we see the outline of a small figure walking down the stairs to let us in.
"Wonder why there's a kid up at this time of the night?" I say to Lara.
"Probably wanted to see the ambulance!" she answers.
"Don't worry. Let's go help your hubby, and before we go I'll change the light bulb."
"Oh, would you? That would be wonderful! I won't have to trouble the neighbours again." She looks so relieved, it was as if we'd just told her that she'd won the lottery. "Let me show you to the troublemaker then."
We went upstairs and met Morris, the reason for our call. He'd been unwell and hallucinating for the last few hours. A fever and a strong smell leading directly to the conclusion that he's probably got a urine infection, a regular cause of confusion, especially in the elderly. He'd become very unstable on his feet too, and I didn't want him to even attempt walking on the icy pavement, so I asked Lara to go back for the carry chair. He made it down the stairs under his own steam, pride and determination forcing him to refuse to be carried. It was a compromise to stop him walking all the way to the ambulance. As we got down the stairs, the light was on in the hallway.
"Your lovely young lady here changed the light bulb for me!"
I gave Lara an evil grin.
"A woman changing a light bulb?" I said. "That's a first for me!" It earned me a slap on both arms, one woman on each.
We wheeled Morris out to the ambulance, and Lara went back to help Doreen across the slippery pavements. Once they were both settled, we set off for hospital, and Doreen took a look out the window.
"Oh no!" she cried, "I've just realised I've left the light on!"
Lara stopped the ambulance, took Doreen's key, and went to switch the light back off.