Licensing laws

Once again, it's been a while since I last posted anything. Don't think that I've quite got the hang of this thing yet, but getting there slowly. Since my last entry, I have started a new "ghosting", which is basically covering somebody else's line while they are off doing other things, such as racing around in fast cars or having babies or anything in between. Hopefully that means I get some sort of stability for a few months. This is my third ghosting since qualifying as a paramedic, but the first one where my crewmate is a technician and not a paramedic as yet. Up until now, I've been working with a medic who's had at least a year or two more experience with that big green bag, but now I've got to think on my own and remember all the extra drugs and procedures that I'm allowed to do. Crazy ambulance service, letting me run around with lots of sharp and shiny toys to play with...
As usual, though, it's not been the big jobs that have caught the headlines in my day to day activities. It's the one's that just niggle at the back of the brain. Having read the title of this post you probably assumed I was going to whinge about the extended alcohol selling hours. But no, this is about a license that no-body has, but I think sometimes would be a pretty good idea. I'm not talking about owners of dangerous dogs, off-licenses, pubs, or anything of the like. I'm talking about PARENTS. Some parents need to go back to parenting school. Now, I realise that not everyone has an ideal upbringing and that all parents make things up as they go along. I know that I do. BUT. All prospective parents should know the basics. I don't mean treatment, although that would be good too. I mean accident and illness prevention. The 18 month old baby who we went to last week had me jumping up and down on the spot with steam coming out of my ears. Baby has only been walking for a month or two, so is still a little doddery on feet. But parents have had a while to get used to baby becoming toddler. Never occurred to them though, that stairs are not quite within baby's ability yet. However, the flight of 13 concrete steps was unguarded. No gate, no door, nothing to stop baby from trying to climb down them. Or tumble, as the case was. So down baby went, ended up with a broken leg, and the walking that she's only been doing for a few weeks now gets put back by a few months again.
Sometimes I just give up...