Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

I WAS walking along with my four-year-old grandson when an ambulance flew past, lights flashing and siren blaring. ‘I want to be an ambulance driver when I grow up,’ stated Alfred. What a kind, thoughtful young man who wants to look after people, I thought. He went on to say: ‘That way, I can drive around all night and play the siren to keep everyone awake.’

Guy Carlson, Hoylake, Wirral.