It’s just over a year go today that a friend was raided by the police in the early hours of the morning. There was nobody in because the couple had gone away on holiday. The police were wearing full body armour and banging on the door shouting “Police! Open up!” There was no response, so they smashed the door down and ran in searching for God knows what and ransacked the place, then jumped back in the armoured vehicles and drove off. Next morning the neighbours tried to shore up the door as best they could.
I never did find out what the owners did when they returned, but I shouldn’t imagine the elderly couple were very happy!
It transpired that the police had the right street and right house number, but the wrong town! Doh!
Whatever happened to the friendly local bobby who would have called at a decent time and politely asked if he could come in for a look round, and probably stayed for a cup of tea and a biscuit? Like the nice bobby in the picture above telling those kids just where to go. . . .