Posted by sean on December 11, 2017 at 5:38 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


Saturday night. We arrived home from football, freezing cold, having endured a 0-0 draw against Bognor Regis Town. We were greeted by what looked like a scene from The Bill – police and dogs everywhere. A neighbour told us how a man was wrestled to the floor by an officer, less than an hour earlier. A door mat and step outside our house had been disturbed, and the back gate unlocked! By this point, I was getting more than a little worried. What the hell had happened?

After carrying out a lot of checks on our house, it was clear that we had not been burgled, nor had anyone even attempted to break into our house. Whatever crime had taken place was unrelated to our home, and we just assumed our garden was involved in some kind of a chase between the police and criminals. Despite this, we still went to bed a little nervous.

The next morning, a police officer called round to ask if we had seen anything the previous evening. We gave our account and I keenly asked what had happened. Without giving too much away, we were told that the incident was not a risk to homes on our street, the criminals were locked up and not even from this area. We can now rest at night. Just…

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