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Hammers and tea.

After arriving at work I transferred the boy from my car into the van. Nights have been too lazy to sweep out the dog hairs, again, so it seems. Perhaps they have been busy. They must have been busy. I go into the office to locate the mileage sheet to see who was responsible. Over 200 miles indicate the type of night that meant that my colleague on nights had been very busy all night and had not stopped, jo to job and more that one division needed their skills.

Before the back doors are closed the radio crackles into life. I am wanted already.

During the night, at the hospital close to the Britannia Estate, one of the many members of the special community hiding behind the shield of drugs/alcohol have had a misunderstanding with about a dozen windows which was rectified by the use of a large and imposing claw hammer. Security tried to intervene, but after the offer of some hammer threats, decided that observation from a safe distance a far more prudent course of action. They continued to monitor the frenzied attack and remained at a safe distance with due regards for the journey home to bed in the morning. Response had swiftly attended and were eagerly directed towards the flailing maniac, by-passing the mighty swings of the hammer wielding lunatic to request a bed & breakfast place on her maj and give a free taxi ride to dungeon towers.

A search had ensued during the shift, by torchlight, but with no success. The hammer could be vital evidence and it was definately lost during the struggle or thrown somewhere by the hammer maniac to avoid location.

All this was nearly 10 hours ago. Ten long hours, all night and the kettle must have surely boiled by now. I can almost taste the tea. It will have to wait.

I meet the response handover hostage from nights who is clearly very tired. It was indeed a very busy night. He gives me a brief SP and points me in the direction of the scene. Not that I can miss the row of smashed windows and the glass debris swept neatly into small piles along the base of the building wall. 

‘It started here and finished about over there somewhere’ he says. I know his bed beckons and he must have drawn the short straw to have to stay on to complete the necessary handover stuff.

After a quick walk to assess the scene and the all important wind direction, I set off with my boy at my side and begin to search all the obvious places. Nothing.

A change of plan assumes that the hammer might have been thrown so an increase in the search area begins and quite quickly it is obvious that my lad is onto something. Thick undergrowth does not normally bar his way but after getting him over the fence hidden within the mass of branches, he is off and with a few yards he hits the deck.

Within the cover of the heavy undergrowth is the handle of said hammer. A glint of glass dust along with the small amount of human scent remaining confirm the weapon of choice to the destruction.

After all that time…………the tea will taste nice, I just know it. The day has got off to a fantastic start.


4 Responses

  1. Awesome. Well done mate.

  2. Ooooooooooo, Lush. That warm feeling inside. Good Lad.

  3. Oh great work!
    Perhaps they should multiply the number of furry friends by at least 200?
    Well done both of you!

  4. Just another of the many reasons why dog support is so important to the front line bobbies. I just hope there are enough bosses willing to see this and not bottle it and reduce dog sections due to “health and safety” (read payouts for scrotes who get through their own stupidity dogged) reasons. Well done mate.

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