Went to York for the weekend with 30 kids so had verylittle sleep.
Got back Sunday night at 9pm and went to sleep. Now the best bit
11.30pm I am woken up by banging on the door. It is the police with a search warrant to search my house for stolen property. In rather a large daze, I ask to
see the warrant and it has no mention of my name on it, merely the girlfriend of my housemate and soon to be ex friend. Turns out that she has been stealing
from Selfridges where she works for some time and has taken over 10 grand worth of items. While I was away this weekend, she thought it would be a great idea to store and hide things IN MY F***ING ROOM. So, during the search, the police find the stolen goods "in my possession" As she is not there and they don't know where she or my twat housemate are, they arrest me (yes that's right - ME!!!) for handling stolen property. I am taken to the station where I am held in
a cell for 3 hours until 4am and then released without charge as she has turned up and confessed. No lift back home for me, taxi only - no real apology, just a
mumbled one from the night desk sergeant. Now I have to get the locks changed in my house (more expense to add to the taxi fare)and tell one of my oldest friends what a F***wit he is and that I never want him or his thieving bird in my house ever again.
Roll on Aintree.......