Hi Everybody,
So let me tell you a story...
On New Years Evening Vickie and I decided that we would spend our evening together at her house with the dogs Ruby and Dougal joining us.
We wanted to have an Indian take away as something different and tasty.
I got to her house at 5.30 and we ordered our meal on line at 6.15 pm
We were both hungry and so we were looking forward to the Indian food.
We waited .... and we waited ... and we waited and 8.45 pm it still hadn't arrived.
We couldn't wait any longer and Vickie made us a turkey and cranberry sandwich instead.
At 9 o-clock there was a knock on the door, and we thought at long last the meal was here, but by this time we were eating our sandwich whilst watching the little film called "Room on the Broom".
I went to the door to tell the man to take it back.
But there was no Indian restaurant man stood there .... just THREE big policemen.
This of course made us think something was wrong with a family member.
The leading police man said to me
"We have had an email at the station to tell us that you are having a party" well I laughed and told him he had that wrong and Vickie came to see what was going on.
She also denied it and invited him in to look for himself..
I asked "Do you have any ID because although you are dressed as a police man it doesn't mean you are one " and he showed me his identity badge. Two of them came inside.
Parked on the other side of the street was police riot van with probably about ten police men in it.
We couldn't believe it and he asked if we had any idea who had emailed them " Have you had a dispute with a neighbour?"
They had a look outside and then we all laughed at this silly situation.
Ruby and Dougal of course where enjoying the company and the fuss.
We told them we thought they were the delivery man with our Indian meal and the second policeman asked us where we had ordered it from ... he said his wife had ordered a take away from the same place at 4pm and they still hadn't got theirs either.
After they had gone we had a laugh about it, but imagine somebody had nothing better to do on NYE than email the police. telling a lie and wasting precious police time for nothing.
And at 10 pm the Indian delivery man rolled up with our take away and we told him in no uncertain terms what to do with it ... politely of course !!
And that was my New Years Eve
More tomorrow ...
Hugs xx
