I was just pondering this morning in the shower about blogging and what type of blog might be interesting to read. I have a friend whose husband is a policeman and it got me thinking about how interesting his blog would be if he was allowed to tell us everything that was going on and then further to this thought was to read three linked blogs where one might be a policeman from a large crime area say New York and then a policeman from my home town Brisbane and then a policeman from say a small hamlet in the UK or Ireland where he is the only policeman in town and there was really not much for him to do.
His story for an exciting day might read:
What a kerflulful (no idea how to spell this word) we had down at the station this morning. Poor Ms. Bainbridge came rushing in through the door ringing the little bell so hard that I almost fell off my chair. I had to get the bell installed when I once went out the back to make my cup of tea and I nearly missed the inspector visit; he just stood there waiting at the front desk to see how long it would take me to realise there was someone there. I explained that anyone would call out to me, and then he suggested a harden criminal looking for trouble would hardly let me know of his presence. He told me that I needed to be on my toes at all times and hone my skills of alertness. That's when I thought about my bell for the door. No one is going to surprise me with that loud chime ringing at their entrance.
Anyway Ms. Bainbridge, the dear little old spinster from the north street came panting through the door in a right ol' state, she was twittering and tattering about her handbag. I tried to calm her down by offering her a cup of tea but she said I had to get out there and find the culprit, the heinous criminal preying on little old ladies.
Well this phrase caught my attention and I sprang into action. I took out my little note pad from behind the desk and proceed to ask her a description of her attacker, much to my surprise though she didn't have one. She said they were so sneaky she didn't see it happen. Well what was I to do next, with no lead all I could do was start writing out a crime report. But Ms. Bainbridge was adamant that I 'get out there' and do something. I then asked Ms. Bainbridge what exactly was I going to do out there when I didn't even know what happened. She then told me the instigator of her dilemma. She then proceed to give me a very detailed description of her plain brown handbag. SO here it was a real crime for me to sink my teeth into. A stolen handbag.
Well my first point of call was to trace her steps through her morning spent at the local shops. We first went into the bakery where Jim the baker was surprising define ate about not seeing Ms. Bainbridges handbag. He also mentioned that he had someone could through his shop today who had paid for goods. My goodness what a day the town was going through a crime spree. I told him I would be back after I solved my first crime.
We then headed over to Bob the butcher who was also very adamant that Ms. Bainbridge was not in possession of her handbag and that he too had a crime to report. Three in one day I haven't had so much crime on my hands since December 1982 when some out of towners thought it was okay to park their Caravan on the High Street while they hiked all over George Smith's fields.
I told Bob that I would be back later to get his description of the perpetrator and decided that all this toing and froing was just too much for poor Ms Bainbridge and so we decided to go back to her home where we could have a nice cup of tea and try and solve the mystery in a more comfortable setting like they do in the Murder Mysteries on the telly.
As we walked up to her front door she handed me her bags of groceries while she went to open the door but suddenly she stopped and exclaimed what a silly old duffer she was. Peering through all her groceries I saw her picking up a handbag which was confirmed as being the one which had been stolen. It turned out that she had put it down by the front door this morning as she was having trouble locking the front door.
So after all the excitement it seemed that Ms. Bainbridge had simply forgot to take her handbag with her this morning to do her shopping. She then kindly asked me inside for a nice cuppa and a cream bun which she had got fresh from the bakery this morning. I was much obliged and helped her in with the afore mentioned groceries.
I must admit it had been quite a morning and the afternoon was looking to be just a hectic with two more crimes to be solved.
I was mighty grateful to be sitting by the warm fireplace drinking a lovely fresh brewed cuppa and a tasty cream bun and I was pondering the crimes that I was about to investigate when the kind-hearted Ms Bainbridge offered me a ham sandwich. She said the ham was fresh from the butchers as was the bread.
It then struck me like a wind from the south- the fresh cream bun, the ham, the bread, the bag of groceries I had just carried into the house... this morning crimes were nonpaying customers both Bob and Jim had said...Ms. Bainbridge had left her handbag by the front door...the biggest crime spree this town has ever seen.
Needless to say the inspector was very impressed by my very quick detective work, although my involvement with the stolen goods was not included in my case notes but we can just keep that between myself and Ms. Bainbridge...when she get out of her three months stint in prison for theif and wasting police time.
Anyway I was just thinking that a policeman's blog would be quite interesting to read.
