Helping The Police With Their Enquiries

[poliphilo]

The doorbell rang at around 11.00 last night- not a regular occurence. It was the police, investigating the incident on Friday night when a number of back gates were kicked. I hadn't reported it, but someone else had. The police seem to think there's a link with a spate of low-level burglaries that have been committed in the area. Really?  Were the characters I glimpsed in the darkness of the back alley carrying a sheet of lead? I don't think so. And if they had been, would they have advertised it by making such a hell of a noise? Anyway I co-operated fully. I even took the very pleasant young man out into the alley, bare-legged in my dressing gown, to show him the scene of the crime. But here's the oddest thing: I wasn't frightened, but all the time he was here I was shaking uncontrollably. It got worse and worse- and then as soon as  he left it stopped. I've never had any bad experiences with the police- except once in Switzerland which hardly counts- but I seem to be allergic to a blue uniform. I wonder why? 

Comments

[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

It sounds to me a bit like white coat syndrome. While we may not actually be afraid of doctors or medical personnel, being around them makes us nervous and when we have our blood pressure taken by them it goes sky high.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Could be. This policeman- who was young enough to be my grandson- couldn't have been less scary if he'd tried.