Saturday, May 29, 2010

Wake Up Call

Just woke up to the sound of Tango barking furiously. I unlocked the door, went outside and was confronted by the sight of eight policemen at the gates of the rescue house - all pointing their guns at me.

Bleary-eyed, I put my hands up and walked slowly towards them. Maybe we were being robbed? (pointed guns have such an immediacy about them). Maybe L had made good on his promise over breakfast this week "I'm going to get my drug-dealer friends to kill you".

After a twenty minute discussion with the officers on whether illegal immigration was a crime (just kidding), they explained that a neighbour had called them after seeing the gates left open. Two thoughts came to mind:

(1) Who knew we had such good neighbours?
(2) The police response and show of force was very impressive (and reassuring).

Being on duty at weekends is always eventful.

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