First night back and a good busy night, I stayed on an extra 1/2 hour to do the delayed Dalaman flight.
Highlight of the night was Malaga flight - I picked up a bag belonging to a "Beartice H****y" and it was vibrating...we chose not to examine the contents!
The journey home takes 26 minutes - 27 if I hit two sets of red lights. I know every pothole, the fastest line through any corners and where I can use gravity as opposed to petrol. I set off the same speed warning signs every night and I see the same foxes every night.
When I get back home, it's always a bugger trying to find somewhere to park and I normally end up about 300 yards down the road. Since my little incident with the unwanted intruders, I am a bit jumpy and I don't like the 300 yard walk back home. Tonight, however, there were two police cars and a van parked halfway between where I parked and home - the police eyed me suspiciously as I crawled past in the car, looking for a spot. So I eventually found a space and started walking back - genuinely glad that they were there. As I was approaching them they were still eyeing me - can't blame them, shaved head, wearing shorts at this time of the morning. I said to them "Nice to see you". One then blocked my path and asked "Where have you been this evening?". So I told them - Gatwick, just finished work. "What do you mean, "nice to see you?" So I explained about the intruders and my jumpiness when walking along the road in the early hours. "Oh, we know all about your case - one of the worst attacks round here for ages, are you alright? You should take up the Counselling they offer, we're desperate to get this gang, they've done two more since you."
What a nice bunch of plod!
