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A Harrowing Experience.

Woo, what a week.Day Shift 1: Emergency SOLAP meeting with my Training officers. My SOLAP has to go to HQ for a check, to see if everything is OK. My Training officers are panciking because everything is NOT OK. They have been given some last minute training and have to put it into practise with me, so I am hauled in for a Tutorial. My DTO is my old Tutor, and the other DTO taught me as a Special, so I am in good hands. Tutorial goes well, I need to give out a few more Tickets (if I managed to get out of the station I would!!) but I have submitted LOADS of intelligence reports, and 45 of them are on the Intelligence systems, and I am kicking the a**e of the other probationers on my team when it comes to Intelligence reports. I can't help it, people just tend to tell me things, and I have a good memory for faces and places, and I just type it all up and stick it in!! My old tutor is very impressed.A few hours frantically typing up reports and getting people to sign stuff and it's almost ready.Although I am told I have to come back in at 8.30am tomorrow for some tutoring on the SOLAP. The only problem is....I am supposed to be going out tonight to meet everybody off my Training Class, so I've taken the day off. Eeek....no drinking for me tonight then.Just as I am about to leave for the day, I get caught up in a Sec.18 Wounding and before I know it, it's 9.30 at night and I am just finishing. So no night out at all!!Day Shift 2: Instead of 7am start, I start at 8am. Bliss - another hour in bed!!! I do a bit of clerical, and my meeting with the DTO is postponed until 10.30, so I make the time to catch up on my workload. It seems I am too efficient for my own good - the Sgts have noticed how quickly I get crimes finalised, so they tend to load me up with all the quick and easy ones - ones that only need a phone call to sort out - and I am given a few to sort out. Bah!!10.30m rolls around, and I am given a whistlestop tour of what I supposed to be doing with SOLAP. I am just banging my head on the desk when Chief Inspector comes into the office......luckily he is a top bloke and has a laugh with us and we have a natter about the Yorkshire Ripper Hoaxer, who has just been charged with a 30 year old crime.I finally get back to the report room at 2pm, and start to try and get my head roudn what I've been told I need to do when my Sgt asks me to sort out an assault at the helpdesk. One statement, one arrest and 7 hours later and I'm off home. 13 hours on a day off - double time. Woo Hoo!!Evening Shift 1: It's Friday night, oh what a night....the town is full of drunken party goers and we're out in a public order van after meal. After the first half of the shift is taken up with routine enquiries, the second half is the van. After the first hour we lose two members who are dealing with an arrest, so it's me, 2 blokes and the Sgt. All is quiet, just the odd drunk who doesn't understand what "GO AWAY, YOU'RE BARRED" means, especially when accompanied by a a hefty shove from a Bouncer. We finish at 3am, and all is well, so we decided to head back to the station at 2.45am. Just as we leave, a fight breaks out in front of us. We make 5 arrests and it's back to the nick with them. Unfortunatly 3 of the arrestees are Polish, which proves to be a little bit of a problem....!!! It's 5am before I leave. Rack up the overtime and my total tiredness!!!Evening Shift 2: I am late, I am late!!! I am due on at 4pm, and I don't wake up until 3pm!!!! Panic!!!!! Panic!!!! I make it in time (just), as I have a statement appointment at 4pm. They have left a message saying they are not going to make a statement, so I am supposed to go out with one of the lads on the shift (my mate Steeeeeve). At 4.20pm, a report of a rape comes in, and I am tasked with getting the initial account. The other girl on the shift (due to sickness and secondments and courses, there are only 2 of us!!) is a driver and drivers are in very short supply at the moment, so I knew it was coming my way. I don't mind, as I want to be Rape Trained, so any experience is good experience. The inital acount takes a couple of hours, and then the Rape Trained officer arrives and get to liase with CID - luckily I know a couple of them from when I worked at Huddersfield as a Special, so we get on really well. I get to attend the medical too. Obviously I don't get to see it, but I look after the girls Mum, and see how the Rape Trained Officer deals with the evidence and works with the Doctor. It is brilliant experience, and I tell My Sgt that I would like to be considered first for any future incidents, and that I would like to be Rape Trained. He is happy because not many officers volunteer for that kind of job! I get off on time at 1am.Night shift 1: I am up and about at 9am, thanks to Stu running about getting ready - late again!!! I do some housework and go and see my Mum at home on her dinnerhour. While I'm there, the Duties clerk rings. Would I please go to the ACR at Bradford tonight to do a 12 hour shift answering phones for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office Emergency Helpline for Hurricaine Wilma in Mexico? Ooo..go on then.....First problem, I have to start at 6pm. In Bradford. In a location I have never been to before, and have no idea where it is. And I am supposed to be looking at cars with Stuart before I start work. Oh dear.I ring Stuat and let him now the developments. He finishes work early and we decide that we'll go and look at the car in Shipley, then go to the ACR in radford, Stu will drop me off and then pick me up at 7am. What a darling he is!!!!!THANK GOD FOR TOMTOM GO!!!!We find teh car dealer, look at the car, it's a sale............we negotiate the rush hour traffic and thanks to the miracle of satilite navigation we find the ACR. I have 10 minute straining on an alien computer system, and then I am answering calls from a national number. if you saw the news reports on Brits stranded in Mexico on the news, you will have seen the phone mumber "If you're concerned about loved one sin mexico, ring this number for updates..." Well it was me and 14 other WYP officers answering the phone and trying to calm people down and answer questions. Some of the calls were awful - people crying and screaming, relatives shouting and demandinga nswers...things I couldn't tell them because I didn't know. We started at 6pm, and finished at 7am. It was manic from 6pm till 2am, then it just stopped. We all tried to keep up to date with our crimes and keep ourselves awake. At 6am, they started again, relatives desperate for information and updates. It was upsetting. I heard an answerphone message from a woman trapped in Mexico, telling of squalid conditions, no food or water and people getting ill. I can't even tell you some of the things I heard. After some of the calls I just took off my headset and had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying.Stu picked me up and I was quiet all the way home.Night Shift 2: Another night on the FCO Helpline. Apparently these helplines are usually run by The Met, but an new ACPO guideline that came in this year said that each force will have a go at running helplines for disasters. The Met ran the Tsunami, the London Bombings and the Pakistani Earthquake, and now it's our turn. I start at 6pm and finish at 7am. Again, it's busy from 6pm to 2am. The majority of us are there who worked last night, so we get on really well.....the usual suspects go for fag breaks together, we discusss magazines in quiet periods, and one lad has brought in a DVD player!! Half the group watch a Peter Kay DVD and the other half (which includes me) watch Shrek 2 at 5am! It is so quiet in the small hours.Again, it's harrowing listening. I have relative sshouting at me, demanding to know whats going on. I don't have the information, so I can't tell them. An e-mail link is set up - if we hear things from Mexico vis relatives, we e-mail the Foreign Office. I am fed up with people ringing and demanding to know if rumours about flights out of Mexico are true, so I e-mail the FCO grumpily, asking for any information about Tour Operators, as we don't know anything about any flights. 10 minutes later, they e-mail back with an interiery of flights!!! It is golddust, so I photocopy it and pass it round everybody. We are all ecstatic - at last, some information!!!! And good news!!!To say we are sat there just answering phones, it is hard work, itreally take sit out of you. The relative sof people out there are frustrated and angry. Nothing is happening as far as they are concerned, so I basically have to tell people what I know and pacify them. I don't feel like I'm doing enough, I am stuck in a call centre in Bradford and I want to be in Mexico helping people. My sister works for Thomas Cook and tells me that Thomas Cook sent out a rescue flight and asked TC staff if they wanted to go to help. My sister said no...it's not her thing. She is not good with dealing with people who are suffering. I don't mean that bad - she just can't switch off and deal with it. My Dad is the same. He is a tall, strong man, but finds dealing with the pain of people hard to bear. I have seen him disappear upstairs halfway through watching a programme about children with Cancer and found him watching it in his bedroom, crying. My Mum said she would have gone, and knows I would have gone too. Some of the calls are to much to bear. People are desperate to get home. It is so frustrating.Someone gets a call and takes off their headset and calls out my name. They say they want to speak to me. I walk over to the desk, put on the headset and introduce myself. It is a call from Mexico! I have been speaking to a relative who has told their so in mexico what I've said.....and they have rung me! I tell them not to panic, and help is on it's way. I have told to FCO where they are, just keep sat tight and help will come. The call ends and I pray that help does get there.7am comes around and off I go. Onto rest days and off to bed. It has been a hard 2 nights. I wish I could do more but I can't. All I can say is support the British Red Cross because they do more work than you could ever realise, and relatives were so happy when I todl them that they were out there in Mexico.

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Chilled, relaxed and happy

Well I went back to work on Monday after 27 days off!!! And first job was POL1 for 4 hours (watching suicidal prisioners in the cells so they don't get up to any mischief)..woooooooooo, it's good to be back!!I have had 2 weeks in Turkey in the sun with Stu and most of my family, as my sister got married out there and I was a Bridesmaid. We had a lovely time, it was great. Very relaxing (although I can't sit still for 5 minutes and have to be doing something) although I fear for my liver as it was all-inclusive and I took full advantage..including 1 night overdoing it totally and conscequently spending the next day in bed, whimpering and getting no sympathy off an increasingly annoyed Stuart!When we got back I had 3 days washing and ironing (well, avoiding the ironing actually.....I can always find something more exciting to do!) and then it was the Wedding Part 2 - the reception at a local hotel. So back into the Bridesmaid dress and wandering about hanging onto my sister's train......And then another whole week off work....!!It's alright for some.But now I'm BACK! BACK! BAAAAAAAACK!! And Thank God, 'cos I was getting bored STOOPID sat at home!I'm sure the novelty will wear off but until then.....hoorah!!

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An Independent Woman

Well, here's what's been happening...The 10 week reviewThe day dawned of my 10 week review.My tutor Mick had been sent off to be Divisional Training officer halfway through my 10 weeks, so I was handed over to Dickie, who 'finished me off', so to speak. Come my 10 week review, and Dickie is on a well earned holiday, so I am tutorless.In briefing, the Sgt. decides I am on my own as of now, so I am sent out into Dewsbury Town Centre. I pick up a log off the computer and go and visit a couple in a flat in a converted mill and they tell me all about their complaint. 2 statements, a cup of tea and 2 hours later, I am back at the nick, doing some research and putting together a Summons file for a Sec 4 POA.I have time to stuff a sandwich in and then it's off to Huddersfield to see the Divisional Training officer there. I used to work with her when she was a Community Bobby, and she helped me at the gym when I was training for the fitness test, so it all goes very well - except for the fact that I don't have a report by my tutor (which Tutor? I am confused myself!!!). A quick phone call to the Sgt, who sings my praises (Cheers Sarge!) and I am whisked off to see the Chief Inspector of Personnel, who recognises me from when I was a Specials. Hurrah!And it's back in time for the end of the shift. Super.Since then, it's been non-stop. On day shifts I am supposed to be out on foot with the other probationers, but I have only managed to get out once.....I always seem to get stuck inside doing stuff, which I'm not complaining about, it's all good experience. A few times I've been sent out in a car, which is always good.I am doing well with my arrests and REALLY well with my Intelligence reports. I must have one of those faces where peopel tell you things.....not a shift goes by without me putting at least 1 report in. If only the department which inputs them would get a shift on and stick them on the intelligence system!!! It's really annoying because I only put reports in on stuff which I think will be useful to other officers, none of this "I saw so and so walking down the road" - So what?. Everyday I check to see if they've put any more on - how sad am I? At the monet, 26 have been put onto the system, and I must have submitted nearly 40. GET A MOVE ON AND PUT MY KPI's UP!!!!A few of the people on the shift have asked me how I'm coping, and I can honestly say I feel like I've been doing this job all my life. Everyday I learn something new and pick up on how other Officers work, and add it to my little collection of information. The only thing that annoys me is that I can't seem to get anything done with my workload.....I had 2 days allocated last set of shifts for urgent clerical, to get my workload down before I go on holiday and on both days I got sent off to do something else!! I keep the Sgts informed though, so they know I am trying!! I had a sit down with my Sgt the other day and went through all the crimes on my workload, so she knew what I was doing and where I was up to. She was very impressed with how I kept the systems updated and what I had been doing, so that gave me some confidence that I am doing what I'm supposed to!!Here's some of the things I've been up to:* Climbed up the side of a railway viaduct, over the fence and searched the tracks for a suicidal male, spotted by a train driver. Nearly got mown down by a train. Twice.* Got sent to a granny flat where an elderly lady hadn't been seen by her neighbours for 3 days. Doors were put in, and we were expecting to find a corpse. Inside the bedroom was a poor old lady who'd fallen out of bed 2 days ago and couldn't get up. I dabbed her lips with water, and cleaned her up a bit and chatted to her while the ambulance arrived. Then waited 2 bloody hours for the council to come and put the door back on.* Ran after (yes, me! Ran after somebody!!) a little git who was going to be nicked for breach of bail. I didn't catch him like.* Got asked to do a statement at the beginning of my shift. It took me 3 hours and was 18 pages long. But thanks to my statement, the bloke who was nicked for Sec. 47 was remanded in custody and charged with 5 offences. CPS were very impressed. *CHUFFED* 13 hour shift - nearly all paperwork, but I was happy I'd done a good job.I seem to have got over my irrational fear of interviewing. At first I had no confidence in myself, but lately I've been doing loads and sitting in to do SDN's, and I've been listening to how others work. I have even interviewed a couple on my own, which is something I couldn't see myself doing 12 weeks ago. I feel I still have a way to go, but I feel I get better and better everytime, and my confidence is growing.Well, back to work tomorrow, 2 day shifts, on Monday a 2-10, and then HOLIDAY for 27 days. I can't wait.Still no further with the house - it's all in the hands of the solicitors at the moment. So I am still in the teeny tiny little dinky house. It's cosy but I must admit when my Mum and Nanna called round the other week I was stood doing the washing up in tears, and they then go going like a whirlwind and did some tidying up for me whilst I got really for work. God Bless my Mummy and Nanna. I can't wait to me and Stu get into a decent house!!!!! It can't come too soon.Right, better get some work on my SOLAP done, instead of sitting on my backside, drinking tea and watching the Ashes. Tonight I have to go to my Mum's and sort out my suitcase for my jollies......yet again I have too many shoes, clothes and bikinis and it won't shut!!!

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All in a days work

10 wek reiew and hopefully independence beckons after the next set of shifts.My Tutor has been poached as Divisional trainer officer, so I have been palme doff on Dickie, a tutor on my shift who doesn't want to be a tutor. Luckily for me he has previously been palmed off with me when my Tutor was ill on Week 3, so when he knew it was me, he said no problem.I am doing well - a lad who is 2 weeks in front of me was getting a right telling off by the Sgts the other day for not keeping his crimes up to date and having an attitude. Oh dear..... - but I seem to be the Golden Girl at the moment. My current tutor tells anyone who'll listen that I don't need tutoring, and he doesn't have to tell me what to do - I know and I do it before he asks. My organisational skills have really come into play.Everyone on the shift is really nice and helpful if I need a hand. I have really begun to fit in and be one of the gang.My Sgts are really good, and help me out when I need it. I impressed one on Wednesday by offering to help out at 6.50am with a statement - we were due off at 7am, but I like to muck in. Stu calls me a creep but I think it's important to help out when you can - plus I was having my 2nd wind and I wasn't tired after sitting in the nick doing paperwork for the last 2 hours and drinking 4 cups of strong coffee!So in a couple of weeks I will be having my 10 week review with my ex-tutor - I don't think I have anything to worry about!!! He said I could go independent after the first shift!!!I just hope that I can keep up the good work. It means so much to me to finally be PC Pinky, I don't want to mess it up.In non-work news, my house is constantly a bloody tip, and me and Stu just don't have room for any of our stuff. I feel very frustrated and claustrophobic and when i'm tired and ratty this can have disatstrous concequences!!! I will be glad when we get sorted with a hous eof our own and theres a place for everything and everything in it's place..I wish I had the time to visit my mates too - I haven't got time to see anyone, even my Mum and Dad and Nanna and Sister. I would love to go to London to visit my lovely friends Ph and Karma but finding the time is a nightmare...hopefully when I'm through my 10 weeks I will manage to get some time off - although in Sept I am off work for 27 days!!!! Off to Turkey to my sisters wedding and then a few days off to recover. Cool or what??!! I could do with the break. I've only had a week off since January and it's been a pretty intense time with training and then getting my head round shifts. But soon enough it'll all fall into place and I can spend some quality time with my Southern mates!!Ah well - there's a pile of ironing that won't do itself and my little house needs a damn good clean - Kim and Aggie would string me up if they saw the state of it!!And I need to make some vodka jellies- it's my sisters hen do tomorrow and I am supplying the before-we-go-out booze.Will update you soon on how my 10 week review went.LovePinks

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5 weeks in

5 weeks already!Where has the time gone? It doesn't seem 2 minutes since I turned up for my first shift.It has been a difficult 5 weeks, firstly my tutor has been off for 2 weeks and secondly, nobody seems to have a clue about SOLAP and what I need to be doing. I was supposed to have my 5 week review the other day, but teh Divisional Training officer was off sick, so it was cancelled. I was a bit disapointed to be honest, but so far, all the feedback I have got from my tutor, Mick, has been fantastic and very positive. Also, I have been getting bits and pieces from the other people I've worked with, and that's all been good too. The Sgt has been impressed with me, and the Inspector is also chuffed - she has been getting reports about how I am doing.****stupid computer!!!******I was typing a massive entry and somehow it's got lost - I can't be arsed doing it all again, so the general gist is that I'm doing well, and I'm loving it.Perhaps when I have some more time on my hands I'll do another entry but at the moment it's my last rest day, it's sunny and I should be doing something useful.

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A little bit of an update

BLOODY HELL!!!I haven't been on here for a while, so I thought it only right and proper to update you all.Well, where do I start?THE LAST WEEK OF TRAINING SCHOOL Bit of an odd week, had a huuuuuge exam which was awful. Had a day in Meadowhall, patrolling round and round and round the ground floor, and every now and then being called to 'jobs'...actors pretending....they were very very very good, and some of the scenarios were quite tough. I had a missing child (easy peasy but a bit disconcerting when 'mum' and 'grandma' burst into tears and passers by (real people!!), then I had a bag snatch (easy easy easy) and then a stop search on a kid.......which I thought I'd done really badly at but apparently I was teh only person in the class who did GO WISELY completely, and only 2 out of 10 people found a knife when searching and I was one of them....so, cool!Also this week we had our passing out parade (no actual parading) where all our family came and we had to march up onto stage to collect our certificates, then the bigwigs said how wonderul we are, then photos and buffet. And then we had our end-of-course shindig. I don't remember much, as I drank 4 bottles of Blossom Hill.........I do remember singing on the kareoke (me and my mate Ben sang "Danger! High Voltage!" by Electric 6) and the rest is a blur.The morning after was horrendous and thank god we finished at 1pm and I could go home and go to sleep for a bit because that afternoon.........BLACKPOOL .....I went to Blackpool for a girls weekend. The hotel was cheap and smelled of dog and on the first night I couldn't go out because I felt ROUGH. The day after I felt a bit better and tried very hard to get drunk but it wasn't happening. A bit of a downer of a weekend but I did buy a pink glittery cowboy hat.TWO MORE WEEKS AT BISHOPGARTH 2 weeks of IT training, which was actually quite good. All the WYP recruits were back together again and we had a right laugh.......plus it was sunny and we had loads of time to sunbathe!!!WEEK'S ANNUAL LEAVE oOOOOOO I have been looking forward to this!!Stu has arranged for us to go on a mini-cruise to Amsterdam.....we have a brill time (although too much wine on the first night and we both feel rubbish in the morning), Stu was facinated by the red-light district, in fact we both were!! We really enjoyed it and it was nice to get away.PUB CRAWL Pub Crawl - select band of WYP recruits - Otley - Wednesday afternoon-loads of vodka - curry - train home from Leeds - sore head in morningFIRST DAY AT WORK - ADMIN DAY WITH DTO Monday, 8.30-3.30, meeting with DTO, shown round nick, filled in a load of forms, went shopping with DTO (Divisional Training Officer in charge of Probationers), got told I know most of it anyway, went home.DAY AFTER, FIRST SHIFT, MEET TUTOR9pm - 7am Met my Tutor, lovely bloke, everyone has good things to say about him.Make my first arrest at a Domestic!!! Locked up the woman and got dumped outside Custody with her, while my tutor sped off to a Code 0!! Charming!Had a fab night, I was full of beans when I finished, although I slept like a log afterwards.4 DAYS OFF!!!!BACK FOR FIRST SET OF SHIFTS First day back, go to Hartlepool to interview a suspect. Nice day out!Second day, Tutor is on a course all week. Supposed to go out with Coronor but nobody died over the weekend and there was nothing for me to do!! Went on Helpdesk instead.Thid day, supposed to be out with traffic but it all goes Pete Tong so I take statements for the assault clinic.Fourth day - Out with traffic!!! I went on patrol with BLACK RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had a cool time and went to 2 RTC's. Ratty is a fab driver, I worship him!!Fifth day - Out with Dickie from my shift - did a MISPER (found her under a bed at her mates house) and a Hanoi burglary. Went to bed at 8am and only woke up at 5.30 when Stuart woke me up!Sixth day - Out with Ryan off my shift. Did another MISPER, although this one went a bit mad - had helicopter up and I was searching the verge on a motorway!! She turned up eventually, but meanwhile I'd been sent to a wounding. A bloke had been hit by a woman with a glass.....I found the weapon after following the trail of blood through the house - all I could think about was "How will he get those bloodstains out of the carpet?"!! It all went mad that night - 55 999 calls, we were all up and down like headless chickens. I was knackered after that shift BUT....4 DAYS OFF :grin: ....I went to Great Yarmouth for the weekend to see Stu's family who were staying in a caravan. It sounds like a nightmare but it was actually quite nice!! Lovely weather.I didn't get to sleep till 11pm, so I was awake from 5.30 Friday afternoon to 11pm Saturday night! I was knackered!!!!Spent a bit of time in London on Monday, literally 3 hours (and 2 of those were spent stuck in Traffic) and then we drove back. Had a day at home and then back to the grind........WEDNESDAY 22nd JuneSupposed to be back with my Tutor but he's off with sunburn.....very very very bad sunburn.....and will be off for a week!! So yet again, I am farme dout to unsuspecting members of the shift. I don't mind, I am learning loads and going to loads of jobs. Everyone is really helpful and nice...I'm having a ball. I'M LOVING EVERY MINUTE!!!!

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1 week to go!

Lordy Lordy Lordy, next week is my last week with my class (all the South Yorks, North Yorks and Humberside officers go back to their forces next week - West Yorkshire have another 2 weeks) - the time has really flown and I can't believe it's really all over.Next week we have a day out on patrol in Meadowhall of all places, then Wed is our passing out ceremony, and Thursday is our leaving do at Bish - disco, karoke, buffett, tears before bedtime, the whole nine yards.....then Friday it's the final day.I will be sad to leave in some respects, as I've made some really good friends, but on the other hand, I've been so tired and sometimes I have really found it a struggle. The work hasn't been a problem, but I haven't had time to read my notes on a night and my work has suffered a bit.I ended up at hospital on Bank Holiday weekend, and the Doctor said I was prone to infection because I am run down and absolutely KNACKERED!I will welcome shifts with open arms (although I bet I'm not saying that after a while!!!!).I'm looking forward to having more time to spend actually seeing my mates (not texting them!) and hopefully once I'm installed on shifts - a visit to London to see my friends Monkey, Karmapolice and Andy is on the cards.Next Friday I am hopefully off to Blackpool for a weekend - and then Stu has booked a mini-cruise to Amsterdam for the week I have holiday (3 weeks and counting), so I have a lot to look forward to.......... Will keep you updated - and if I get a better photo from my passing out parade (hopefully better than the dreadful Attestation one), I will post it for all PS.com to see. :grin: No, time for bed.............if I'm not asleep I'm in a police uniform at the moment.

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Halfway through!

Woooooooooooo..end of Week 10. Doesn't time fly?This week we've had our first week of PEACE training, mainly working on the free recall model. It has amazed me.....all those years I've been taking statements from witnesses and victims and all the time I was using the 'free recall model' and wasn't aware.....Next week is taped interviews........I am quite looking forward to it. :grin: I have also been helping out organising the End of Course do....I have been helping to organise the disco and karaoke (of course!!!!!) and I will be doing the posters, as my artwork is all around the walls of the classroom.....I do A1 size flipchart posters with the definitions on and cartoons. I like doing them, it helps me learn the information and I also get to be creative.I have finally managed to get some exercise in this week - I went swimming on Tuesday (37 lengths) and Wednesday (50 lengths). I am supposed to be going to the gym tonight but I'm knackered Only 7 weeks to go as a full compliment of West Yorkshire, South Yorkshire, Humberside and North Yorkshire officers - after that, it's 2 weeks as just West Yorkshire then week off, then into the real world.Can't wait.

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Run down and not looking pretty.

I need Horlicks on an IV drip...........I get home so tired and I just need my hit of Horlicks to send me off to the land of nod.I am still full of cold and it doesn't seem to be shifting, I can't find the time to rest to get shut of it. There's not enough hours in the day.I know the last few entries seem to have been moan after moan and a few of you will probably think "Ungrateful bitch! I'd give anything to be in her shoes at training school" - then I apologise. Everyday when I wake up, I still have to wipe the grin off my face. I see 'PC B******' written down, I still have to pinch myself.Sorry for moaning, but it's really hard being non-residential. And I'm one of the lucky ones, living a mere 17 miles away.......some poor sods live in Sheffield and Harrogate, must be a nightmare for them!

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Red Bull and Pro Plus please

Bloody Hell - the start of week 9. Where has the time gone?Finally got into the 'Crime' fortnight........my head is totally in the shed with PACE Sec this and Sec that. I am amazed that I did so much as a Special without actually having a clue what I was on about!!! It is so weird being taught the ins and outs and thinking "I knew what I was doing as a Special and I knew I had powers to do stuff but I didn't actually know WHY I was doing them". It has blown my mind a bit. I knew it was going to be hard getting my head round everything but there just aren't enough hours in the day to get everything in.Being a Domestic Goddess is hard, when I have everything else to take into consideration. At the moment, my day is like this:6am: Get up, shower, make packed lunch, make breakfast, washing into drier, next load of washing in, washing up.7am: Leave for work.7.30am: Arrive at Training School7.45am: Get changed into uniform (not allowed to travel into work in uniform, not even half blues)8.00am: Canteen, have cup of tea, meet up with my mates from the other class.8.10am: Have a fag, meet mates from my class.8.20am: In class, get pocket book up to date8.30am: Class10.30: Break11.50: Back to class12.30: Lunch13.15: Back to class15.00: Break15.20: Back to class16.30: End of class, back to room, get changed into civvies, into Learning resource Centre, work on project17.45: set off home18.30: Arrive home, make tea, wash up, tidy up, washing in drier, more washing in washing machine, cup of tea.20.00: Watch telly or attempt to read notes21.00: Bed. Knackered. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep6am: Here we go again............ I just don't seem to have had time for anything or anyone lately. My Nanna rang me the other day asking why I haven't been to see her.....I literally don't have the time or the energy. This morning the Class Trainer asked for a show of hands of who had read up on the notes at the weekend on Theft, Burgulary and Robbery. All hands up except mine. "Why, Sally?" he asked "I've been in bed all weekend poorly" says PC Pinky. It's true, I am so exhausted lately that I have fallen prey to a flu like cold and I am coughing and sneezing, shivering and congested. I feel like $&*£.I have a project to do on Disability Issues in the Community with a fellow student, Gemma. She's from South Yorkshire Police, so the only time we get together is after work. Luckily I found a wealth of information on Scope and Mind websites, so this weekend I started on the Powerpoint side of things, and a few people who had a sneaky peek today are well impressed, so I am chuffed about that. We have got further than a lot of people, so I am not as worried about that I was. I will try and squeeze a few hours in this week, and hopefully I'll be able to rattle that off - it's due next Monday. Eeeek! Will let you know how it goes.We had a few problems with class 'bonding' when we were first split up and joined by officers from South Yorkshire, North Yorkshire and Humberside, but they sem to have resolved themselves now, and we mainly get on quite well, so I am a lot happier now. At first I was quite miserable because I was trying really hard to get on with everybody and I felt as if it was being thrown back in my face, but we are doing OK. I have a right laugh now. As per usual I am usually sat with the lads, on Friday I was in tears I was laughing so much!On Friday and today we were doing role plays. Friday we were dealing with local college kids, which kind of added to the realism. I did OK, I was paired with a 44 year old who used to be in the RAF, so at the first scenario we were marked at a higher level 'because of our background'. I came out quite unscathed - I can communicate with people, I arrested correctly and handcuffed correctly, so I was chuffed with that. The next one didn't go so well, my partner was teh lead officer and we went horrendously wrong. But we learnt from it. The next one was a stop and search and the assessor was impressed by my communication skills (gift of the gab obviously!!!), so top marks again. The first aid tests were bloody awful - literally. I went into a room and there was a woman lying on the floor, she'd been attatcked by her husband with scissors. She had a huge cut on her hand and was black and blue........they had a make up artist in so it was VERY lifelike. I stopped the bleeding and treated her for shock but failed to notice the bone sticking out of her leg because I daren't move her!!! Ah well - I know what to look for now!!! The next one was putting the assessor into the recovery position and then doing CPR on a dummy....easy easy easy. Today we had fun - for the morning my class was the actors and Class 1 were the Police. So into civvies and reading our parts.......I was a naughty shoplifter who had run away from custody and was being chased by the Police. In was in a room in the accomodation block and basically I got to be obnoxious and swear a lot....it was a tough role, but I managed it somehow!!!! Then in the afternoon, back into uniform and we were the Police. It went quite well, although I am starting to panic that all the stuff I've learnt about Powers of Entry and Searches just ISN'T GOING IN MY BRAIN. Same again all this week - brief lesson on Theft/Burgualry/Robbery, then role plays. I'm sure I'll 'get it' at some point, but I will just have to keep reading the notes. Again and Again and Again.Awww well - night out on Saturday. I am off to get trollied in Leeds with my mates off the course. I need a good night out to de-stress!!!Still got what seems like an age to go before I get into the real world (to work with my Guardian Rat) but it'll fly by......the last 8 weeks have. Will keep you updated.Miss you all!

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5 weeks and counting

Still loving training - even getting up at 6am everday is beginning to become the norm - by the time I've fully adjusted myself to the amount of sleep I get I will be on shifts and the whole business will start again.Got my first pay this week - so as soon as I finished at Training School I nipped on the motorway to the White Rose Centre to do some serious shopping. Got some shoes and a few tops and some jeans..£150 in less than an hour. I felt a lot better afterwards! :grin: :grin: :grin: Still don't seem to have done much - got our PDPs on Thursday - except now they are called SOLAP and are just like NVQs. I have done NVQs before, so I felt immediatly at ease, then had to sort out several hysterical members of the class who couldn't get their heads round it. Bless em.Went on the first big class night out on Thursday - I stopped at one of my classmates houses and had a fab night in Wakefield (wearing my new shoes of course - which rubbed me and gave me blisters, which is the story of my life). Loads of us went out and it was a great night. Even though we are non-residential we are getting on really well as a team, I have a right laugh all the time. Next week we are doing 'community work' - all I know is that we will be somewhere in Bradford. But it's plain clothes - so no uniform for me. Hurrah!

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3 weeks in

Here's what's happening in my world.HOUSE: Finally got settled. The boiler was a struggle at first, full on blasting furnance heat one minute, Artic sub-zero conditions the next. Running a bath was a frustration, and after day one of my Baton/Cuff course, all I wanted was a hot bath...easier said than done. I literally had the water running for 2 hours and it didn't get past lukewarm. I was on tears on the bathroom floor at one point. Having a shower in the morning is an artform - the shower is connected to the taps - no flashy electric one for me, oh no - it's like a lottery - will I be screaming in agony because it's freezing cold or so hot it's stripping the skin off my back? Who can tell. And why do me and Stu generate so much sodding washing?? I seem to spend most of my time up to my knees in Stu's work shirts and Ariel tablets.We are getting on really well - especially now Stuhas started ironing. WORK: Having a fab time, loving every minute. The people on my intake are ace, and I have got some good mates. I told everyone quite openly I was an Ex-Special, and people have asked me for advice or to clarify things they've been taught (especially on the Baton/Cuff course). I have been very quiet in lessons - if I know the answer I give everyone else a chance - invariably if I don't speak up, the trainers ask me anyway if nobody else has a shot at the answer - I don't want to appear like I know it all....because I don't. Basically, I am not ramming the fact I have had previous experience down anybody's throat, and it's the best thing to do.I am missing my friends on here very much - I really miss chatting with you during the day.

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Let me update you

House: STILL not in - Stu is sleeping on my bedroom floor, God Bless Him and all our things have been moved into the hosue, but due to some cock-up with the gas supply, we weren't allowed to move in. Hopefully will be getting the keys and signing the papers on Friday. I hope so, otherwise there will be HELL to pay. My poor Stu can't go another week on my floor.Day Job: Left the University of Huddersfield on 14th Jan - we went straight to the pub, and people were buying me lots of drinks. Stu met up with us all later. Work got me lots of lovely pressies - including a diamond necklace to match the ring that Stu got me at Xmas! I was genuinely moved by all the stuff they got me and the kind words. In fact when my boss Julie left the pub on Friday and gave me a cuddle I burst into tears. Awwwwww.But as one door closes...........New Job: ..............another one opens. Today has been my 2nd day as a PC. It's tiring, I have to be up at 6am, get showered and changed and be off to Training School by 7am. All this week it's the usual admin stuff - we've had the Federation coming to speak to us to get us to sign up (which i did), and the Pensions man, and how to wear your uniform (not a problem for me but I did spend a lot of my time helping other people who were clearly struggling with eppaulettes so I have gained a reputation as some kind of Mother hen!). Today was Health and Safety and Risk Assessments and Manual Handling and a lecture from Discipline and Complaints about how to behave.The class got their first bollocking yesterday as some people were late back from lunch and not properly dressed....didn't apply to me as I am already on 'police time' - i.e: 10 minutes earlier!Got Attestation tomorrow...yaaay! Had photo done today.Got fitness test on friday - boooooooooooooooooo. Must go to the Gym. Now.

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Trainee Domestic Goddess.

I get the keys to me and Stu's house on Friday, and we'll be moving in on Saturday.Went to Sainsbury's yesterday to get some empty boxes off them, so I could start to pack away my stuff. I was chuffed as a lot of the houseware stuff is on sale, so picked up a vase, and a toothbrush holder for next to nothing. My best buy was a cushion designed by Orla Kiely - who is one of my fave designers (all I dream of is owning a handbag designed by her)....may have to suggest to Mum that we 'go and look at Sainsbury's' on Sunday.....she is desperate to buy stuff for the house!!! She has already bought me two cushions, a duvet, pillows, duvet cover, sheets, towels...bless you, Mummy.So anyway, I got home and started packing away my bedroom....I've packed away all my CD's and DVDs, most of my clothes, all my toiletries....have run out of boxes and still don't seem to have scratched the surface.Back to Sainsbury's today for more boxes I think.

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Eradicate all traces of SO Pinky

Being at work is very strange at the moment. Although I have done absolutely nothing for the best part of 2 months anyway, now it seems as though my boss doesn't really care if I spend all day on PS.com or Ebay or ASOS.com or B3ta.com......which is fine by me. My desk is a tip and I really should start clearing all my stuff away soon.Went to clear out my locker last night - that felt weird. It's amazing how much rubbish I've accumulated over the years...the amount of hi-vis jackets I have is unbelivable. I am such a vulture - whenever somebody resigned or left Specials I would root through their uniform to see what I fancied!!!Ended up dragging 2 kit bags, a PSU bag and a stab vest bag to the car. God knows how I managed to fit everything in.Handed in my CS spray too. That was strange.Uniform fitting today, so it all starts again. A new chapter.

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Wot I done at Christmas

Christmas EveGot to work at 9am, went out for sandwiches as half the office was hungover.Played Operation (came second) and played Jenga (knocked it over once). Released by the boss at 11am, went to meet my sister and her boyfriend and drank a few White Wine and Sodas and spent a small fortune on a video jukebox. Went to Sisters house and drank more wine.Forgot to eat anything (except 2 crumpets in the morning) and thus was totally trollied by 7pm. Apparently my sister found me fast asleep on the bathroom floor. Went to bed.Christmas DayProjectile vomiting at 2am.Back to bed.Tried desperatly to sleep but my head hurt and I just couldn't remain vertical or horizontal. Cried bitterly.Hear Mum get up and go downstairs at 5.30am, so followed her down.Opened pressies - got some lovely things, including a book on Bent Coppers which worried me somewhat.Drank several cups of tea and grapefruit juice.More projectile vomiting.Bacon sandwhich at 7am.Got Dad out of bed at 7.30am.Bored by 8am.Spoke to sister who eventually got up at 9.30am.Watched Bob the Builder - very enjoyable.Went back to bed at 11am, despite being showered and dressed.Woken up at 12.30 by Mum, who had also gone back to bed.Went to Auntie Elaine's house for Xmas dinner.Tried to eat loads but failed miserably.Got shouted at by Auntie Elaine for not eating all my dinner.Went back to my sisters.Fell asleep again.Went home, started to read a cheery book on murderers and went to sleep yet again.Boxing DayHad a gorgeous lie-in.Both Nannas arrive and moan about everything on the telly.Eat big Roast Dinner.Fell stuffed.Refuse all offers of drink.Go upstairs to bedroom and start to watch Bridge over the River Kwai.Lose will to live.Go to sleep.27th DecemberDragged out of bed at 8am by Mum.Pick sister up and go to town to the sales.Buy lots of lovely things and am extremely chuffed.Dump them all at home.Wave goodbye to Mum and Dad and set off to Stuarts at 12 noon.Roads are quite clear until I am 20 miles away from Stanstead and traffic comes to a standstill.Spend 2 and a half hours in total gridlock with no Ribena or anything else to drink.Lose will to live again.Tune radio to BBC Cambridge where some inane twit announces that there's been a terrible accident (not fatal) at the junction I need to come off at.Scream inwardly.Finally get to Stu's at 7.30pm.7 AND A HALF BLOODY HOURS But Stu's Mum and Dad have bought me Scrabble so I am overjoyed.28th DecemberDrag Stuart kicking and screaming to Harlow to the sales.Spend even more money.Stuart despairs.29th DecemberGo to Stu's sisters laden down with presents for his niece and nephew.Am instantly the most fabulous person in the world.Go to Stevenage and do yet more shopping.McDonalds for lunch.Watch The Incredibles - it's very good, even with a lightly snoring 3 year old on your lap.Back to Stu's sisters. Stu appears, as does his Mum and Dad.All go to the pub for a meal.Back home.Very tired.30th DecemberGo into work with Stu and leave at lunchtime for Lahdahn.Manage to get there in one piece and meet the lovely pH at Charing Cross station. He is stood underneath a clock but sadly not wearing a carnation.Head for Soho and straight for the pub.Get drunk within minutes.Meet pH's fab friend Simon.Realise I can't say "Rupert Everett" when drunk.KP and Bert appear.Remember being in a Deli.Remember being in Marks and Spencers.Go to KP's house, slag off Jude Law and AI:Artificial Intelligence and have minutes of fun with a London A-Z.Sleep like a baby on KP's ace couch.31st DecemberWake up at KP's and wonder what the hell happened the night before.Worry.KP is off to work, so walk to Tower Bridge Tube Station with him.Have a Starbucks and ring Stu - he hasn't set off for work ye, so go for a walk.Wander down the main road to clear my head a bit.End up at Elephant and Castle and find a suitably grotty cafe to have a bacon sandwich in.Get the Tube to East Finchley, secretly chuffed that I have managed to get the right train without asking someone to help me.Can't get through the barriers at East Finchley - ask 2 Underground Staff why."You've only got Zones 1 and 2 on this ticket love""But I got the all zones day ticket!""No you didn't. This is a Zone 3 station Luv. It'll be another £1.20""But I got the all zones all day ticket!""Where are you wanting to go, Luv?""Muswell Hill - up the road (points to door) to meet my boyfriend at work""Do you live in London, Luv?""No - I'm from Yorkshire and I'm very confused""Aaahhhh - well I'll let you through, consider it your New Years present"Walk up the road to Muswell Hill and realise I've left my new hat on the Tube.Swear.Get to Stu's work and drink loads of tea and demand to go home.Go home.Sleep all afternoon.Make the tea.Go back to bed.HAPPY NEW YEAR!1st JanuaryGo shopping to Sainsbury's and buy food.Make a top notch Beef Casserole.Watch telly and slob about all day.2nd JanuaryGo shopping yet again.Buy replacement hat in Harlow, after mobilising sister and Mum in Huddersfield and Bradford to all branches of River Island without success.Watch telly and play Scrabble (1 game to Pinky 1 game to Stu)Text Shazza and discuss latest gossip we've become party to.3rd January.Load up my little Ka with all Stu's clothes, my shopping and the Iron.Trundle up the motorway back home.On A14 see a lovely bird swooping above. Wonder it's a Kestrel or a Phesent when it hits the car at the side of me and bounces off the top into a bush, feathers everywhere. Shout "OH MY GOD!!".Drive past car to see passenger side of windscreen is smashed but the bloke driving is remarkably calm.Gesture to see if he is OK and he is.Wonder if I'd have been that calm or would ave caused major pile up.Home to Huddersfield.Mum and Dad have gone on holiday and left me no food.Go to bed.

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Where it stops, nobody knows...

Went to Specials last night.I had organised (well, instigated) a training session on rape from a member of the S.T.A.R team (Surviving Trauma After Rape - a support agency partly funded by the Police to give support to rape victims). It was really interesting but not exactly festive and cheery - but it gave us all something to think about.The new Chief Inspector of Personnel at Huddersfield came along to listen to the talk too - he has been in post about 6 weeks and is very keen to take part in the Monday evening Specials training/patrol evenings. So far he has been to see us 3 times, which I think is brilliant - considering we never saw the previous CI.I made my announcement to the Specials that my 'reign of terror' was over (joke!!!) and I was starting training as a Regular on 17th Jan. I got a cheer and everybody seemed genuinely pleased for me - everybody knows it's been a struggle. Somebody asked me where I'd be posted - as yet I don't know, but I said "Hopefully Huddersfield....eh, Sir???" and gave the CI a comedy wink. He said it would be unlikely and the main areas where probationers are being sent is Wakefield, Leeds and Bradford....none of which I particularly fancy but at the end of the day, I'm in and I have that to be thankful for.I suppose I am mainly worried about the travelling - but my Dad and my sister work in Bradford, so if they can do it everyday, I can. Stu travels about 30 miles into work everyday....I am just not used to commuting anywhere - every job I've had, since I was 16, has been in Huddersfield.....it's my comfort zone. I really hope I don't get Leeds - that always feels to be miles and miles away - but in reality it's only about 20 miles away - if that. I will adapt.Had a few nibbles with the Specials - spent 20 minutes frantically cooking garlic bread, pizza and various mini things from Sainsbury's.Got a lovely present from my Specials Liasion, Karen and the Inspector - they got me a hat box, filled with pink stuff - candles, bath bombs, body lotion etc. It was really nice. Karen said it was for all my hard work as a Special and that they couldn't have done it without me. I was touched. Bless em. I will miss all this.

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About Bloody Time!

Yesterday was the day I had been waiting 4 years for.....I got my letter from West Yorkshire Police offering me the position of Constable.Champagne was cracked open, there were tears and my mobile never stopped.This has been my fourth application - I have had many disapointments and bleak times and there have been many tears - mine and my parents and sister and family who have had to go through each disapointment with me and had to drag me out of the black moods!I am one of those people who gets what she wants in the end - it may take me a hell of a long time to get there but I always get there in the end. Luckily I am stubborn and determined....many times I have felt like giving up and thinking "Sod it" but something always drives me onwards.I am particularly looking forward to telling the person who has said I am "too fat and stupid" to get in.

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London kills me

Another interesting weekend. FRIDAYSet off from work at 3pm on my arduous journey down the M1. Takes me 4 hours, thanks to some pointless queing at Sheffield.Get to Stu's and crack open the wine.Stu gets home from his Xmas work do at 1am, by which time I am fast asleep, all thanks to Blossom Hill.SATURDAYI am knackered.Up at 8am, and off to Stu's parents in Enfield.Train to Seven Sisters and then tube it to Hackney, where we see the delights of Ridley Road Market. Stu used to work here when he was in Trading Standards and I don't envy him - it's very, er, interesting. Lots of sights, sounds and smells to take in - particularly the fish and meat and rotting fruit. Resist the temptation to buy a bag of chicken feet, complete with claws and quickly lose my rag with the huge amount of people with those shopping bags on wheels that you pull behind you. My ankles get banged more than a few times. When we get to the end of the market, we go to a Turkish supermarket, which is quite cool. It reminds me of being on holiday. Then back out and back up the other side of the market. By now I have lost the will to live and storm on ahead to get out of the crowds. I am not a nice person when I am tired and I particularly hate crowds, so I am not in the best of moods.Then we toddle off to Hoxton to look at the market there. It is nowhere near as mad as Ridley Road, so I feel a bit better. We then go for Pie and Mash, which is an experience. It is a traditional East End Pie and Mash shop, complete with loud mouthed Cockney serving and sawdust on the floor. The Pie itself is OK, but I am not sure what meat it is and think it's best not to ask, plus by now it's 1.30pm and I am ravenous.Off to Wapping as Stu's Dad wants to go to the Captain Kidd and Prospect of Whitby. I am a bit happier here as it's very quiet and far from the madding crowds. The tide was just starting to go out on the Stinking Thames so I spend ages watching it....simple things please simple minds.Bus it to the city, and walk through Chinatown...get barged and banged into and really lose my temper. Stu looks worried and after a horrible experience walking through Piccadilly Circus and onto Regent Street, Stu thinks it best to go the rest of the way by bus. By now I am absolutely exhausted and daydream about dropping a bomb on Oxford Street.Bus it back to Seven Sisters, which takes bloody ages and I am stood up most of the way. A seat came free and before I had chance to sit there, 2 Aryan looking Germans barge past and sit in in, and talk very loudly ("Just because I am white middle-class German, it doesn't mean I am f***ing racist!" - er, OK).Finally get back to Enfield and in an effort to cheer me up, Stuart gets pizza and garlic bread. It work on a temporary basis.Finally get back to Stu's at about 11.30. Straight to bed for me, I am absolutely KNACKERED.SUNDAYStay in bed until 2pm, I feel I deserve it. Then it's up to make lunch for me and Stu, then at 4pm back up the M1.Take my Dad's sage advice and come off the M1 at Junction 36, which he reckons is the Junction I go on at (I have no idea). It is NOT the Junction I go on at, and I soon find myself lost in South Yorkshire (after going round a roundabout 4 times in a blind panic). After trundling down a dark road for several miles, I see a sign "Welcome to Sheffield" - I am going the wrong way. Panic and as soon as I see a sign for the M1, I head for it, thinking if I get back on the motorway everything will be alright and I will ignore everything my Dad says in future.Luckily, I come to a crossroads and see a sign saying HUDDERSFIELD. Finally get home after my traumatic experience and seek refuge at my sisters for cups of tea, gossip and fags.Home and in bed by 9pm.

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Monday

Strange day yesterday.No bosses in all day - 2 on holiday, one off sick, so it was just us lowly secretaries.One who sits behind me is the most irritating and annoying person in the whole world and she drives me to total distraction and yesterday she was on top form.I had a swine of a headache, I was very tired and my patience was very thin so I thought it best I go home before I smashed her face in with a stapler or anything else close to hand.So off home for me, and straight to bed for 4 hours, then up and changed, tea and off to the nick for 6pm. Woke up with the remainder of the banging headache.I am supposed to be training the newbie Specials who are just going through training school, and last week about 10 turned up...tonight there were 2. So all my training plans went out of the window and I ended up doing a tour of the station.Rounded off the evening at 8.30 with a good old arguement with my Inspector, Bless him. We love to shout and throw things at each other.And so to bed, again.

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The weekend

FridayFinish work, go home, make Mum wrap up yet more presents for Stu's niece and nephew (must stop buying stuff now - Stu is put out because he thinks the amount of presents I buy them makes him look tight...but I like to buy people pressies), then up to my sisters and then onward to the cinema to see Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. I have already seen it but Katy hasn't, so it costs me £10 (ticket, popcorn and drink).get home for about 7.45, ring Stu as he is in transit having set off from work at 6pm to come and see me.No sign of him by 10pm, so I start to panic a bit, especially as he's not answering his phone. He eventually turns up at 10.45, by which time I am knackered. It is nice to see him, I really miss him and the distance thing is really getting to me now, although hopefully it'll soon be sorted when he moves up here.Anyway, he is full of cold, so dose him up with cough medicine, decongestant tablets and apply Vicks vapour rub.SaturdayThanks to Stu and his flu-assisted heavy breathing, coughing and snoring, I hardly get any sleep, and I am tired, ratty and very short tempered - I need my sleep, me.Stu has convinced me I need new front tyres, so it's off to Costco in Oldham to get new ones. The journey is extremely fractious, as the Costco map off the internet is not very specific and the road we want is closed and diversions are in place. One thing I am not good at is going somewhere and not knowing where I'm going, and to mix this trait in with the fact I have not had a good nights sleep is positively explosive. We spend a long time driving aimlessly round Oldham, not sure if we are going in the right direction and it doesn't take long for me to lose my rag. Several times. We eventually get there and I don't care if I never see Oldham again.Home again, this time taking the tried and trusted method of going over the moors at Saddleworth, which I am familiar with, and therefore the journey home is stress-free.Can't be bothered to do anything else all day, and we just sit and watch DVDs. Stu is not impressed with Rita, Sue and Bob too which I put on to show him how horrible Bradford is (especially in 1986) and is even less impressed with National Lampoons Animal House. If it's not black and white or have Norman Wisdom or Alistair Sims in it, Stu is unimpressed anyway.We sleep on the floor - both of us in a single bed is not particularly comfortable and Stu keeps burning himself on the radiator (*snigger*).SundayAnother lazy day. Off to town in the morning (although I make a sausage casserole before we go) and we spend money on rubbish . I am still knackered (told you I needed my sleep) so we head back.Absolutely gorgeous (if I do say so myself) sausage casserole for lunch, then back to doing nothing.I try and educate Stu further, by putting on Boogie Nights, which is one of my favourite films. Stu is again not impressed, although he didn't moan as much.Mum and Dad go out at 8pm and we sit downstairs...Stu watching The Royal, me dyeing my hair and reading Viz - what a picture of domestic bliss. We hear an almightly BANG, followed by the sound of water....the washing machine is pouring water out. In a panic similar to that of worker ants when the nest is under threat ("Protect the Queen! Protect the Queen!") I furiously build a barrier of tea towels to stop water going onto our new living room carpet and phone my Mum to scream down the phone at her while Stu manfully pulls the Washing Machine out and tries to locate some tap or other (being a girl I have no idea how domestic applicances actually work). Water stops, panic over, the mop up begins. Such excitement for a Sunday evening.Stu leaves for Dahn Sarf at 11pm and it's bed for me. On my own. Plenty of room. But I miss him. Such is my exciting life.

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One of those days

Having a terrible day today. Almost.I was absolutely knackered this morning and getting out of bed was a real struggle. I've been using a Lavender room and linen spray (that I nicked off Stu because he wasn't using it) and it has been knocking me out totally. It's just the waking up I need to sort out now.Been OK at work - managed to convince my boss that we should start on the Xmas decorations....got as far as handing out fairy lights to everybody and we've decorated our noticeboards. Mine looked rubbish so I made one of the girls make my lights into a heart shape and now it looks lovely.Went to town at lunchtime with the express mission of getting a birthday card for Stu, and some wrapping paper and ended up spending lots of money on toys for Stu's niece and nephew instead. Bought 3 jars of pasta sauce for me and Stu this weekend, and dropped the bag......massive smashing noise, 200 people in the Town centre turn to look at me, pasta sauce everywhere, all over my hands, glass everywhere......nearly screamed in frustration.Had to drag 4 bags of bulky boxes of toys back to work (via salad shop) and as soon as I was back on campus, bloody ignorant students walking straight into me and banging the boxes on my legs....including one bag full of pasta sauce and broken glass to be disposed of later.....aaarrrrggggghhhhhhh.Calm....calm....find your happy place....On the plus side, I have had a phone call from the delectable Karmapolice and I am happy as I get to play out with the lovely Andy and the lovely Karmapolice in December, so that is something to look forward to.Got Personal Trainer at 4.30pm tonight, then Shazza is picking me up straight after and we are off to a Specials meeting at Woolly Edge Service Station, as there is a small police station there which is now the base for Target specials. It's a crazy time, being a Section Officer, it really is.

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Bed. Sleep. Snore.

All I want to do today is sleep, I am absolutely exhausted. Today has not been a very eventful day, although tomorrow will be very different.Would love to go straight home and go to bed, but I have to go to the nick tonight and train newbie Specials. It will not be a long lesson, I can assure you of that. I haven't done any preparation at all, so I will be winging it tonight. A load of the newbie newbie brand spanking new Specials are supposed to be coming down tonight, so at least I can do an introductory lesson and do the old 'hopes, fears, expectations' session. Then they can go home and I can go to bed.I have so much stuff to do and not enough time.

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What a weekend....

ThursdaySet off from work at 3.30 - supposed to set off at 3pm but got delayed at work. Not best pleased. Then while filling up with petrol before hitting the M1, I decided I'd better fill up the water on the car, as it's been dry for days and knowing my luck I'll need it, so I finally get on the M1 at 4pm. Easy journey down, although my plans to get more or less the whole way there before it's dark don't go to plan and it is pitch black before I get past Sheffield.Stu is doing a Market Research thing in Covent Garden and won't be home till 9.30pm-ish, so I will have to let myself in and get the wine open. Am about 1/2 an hour away when the sickening realisation that I haven't got my keys hits me.....they are not in my handbag on the passenger seat and I start to panic. Get to Stu's at about 7.30 and find the keys in the handbag on the floor of the car. Praise the Lord. Let myself into Stu's, crack open bottle of wine number 1 and watch the telly. Have text conversation with Andy (pH) and also get a phone call from KarmaPolice, who has been shopping. Foget to eat anything so get drunk almost immediatley. By the time Stu gets home, I am halfway through bottle of wine number 2.FridayUp at 5.30am, as Stu says he wants to leave for work by 7am. So I'm in the shower, hair done and dressed and ready by 6.30, Stu is still in his dressing gown at 6.50, as he has had to iron shirts. Don't have any breakfast as I am feeling a little bit fuzzy, possibly the fault of the wine. Start the commuter trail from Hertfordshire to North London and I am amazed at how busy it is at the crack of dawn and how far Stu has to travel to get to work. It only takes me 5 minutes to get to work. God bless the North.Get to Stu's work for 8am, and have to hang about until 9.30 as it'll be cheaper on the Tube then. Help Stu by typing up some minutes for him, then he takes me to East Finchley tube station. It's only the 2nd time I have been on the tube on my own, so its still very exciting for me, and I still haven't got the hang of it. Stu has to explain which tube to get on, which makes me feel a bit stupid but otherwise I'd end up in Essex instead of Waterloo. Set off and start to send Andy a text to let him know I'm on my way but go underground before it's sent, so it doesn't go.Get to Waterloo and am by now so hungry I feel like gnawing off my own arm, so take advantage of the cavalcade of food shops in Waterloo station and head for a Bagel place. Feel instantly better. I give Andy a ring to let him know I've arrived and wait in Costa coffee for him.It's lovely to see Andy again, haven't seen him since the Summer when me, Shazza and Stu met him and had a lovely day in Hyde Park.I get a guided tour of Andy's flat and he shows me the fab view of London he has. We have a cup of tea and watch Robbie Williams live at the Albert Hall until the DVD skips and pauses enough for us both to get annoyed and go shopping. Theres only so many times you can watch 'Mr Bojangles' in the space of 10 minutes.We hit the city and 'do' Bond Street and Regents Street. Andy is very patient and puts up with me charging through New Look and looking at shoes. We then spend about an hour in Selfridges, starting off with me at the Clinique counter and Andy in the sweetie dept, then we trawl through the Menswear dept, taking in some truly hideous clothes - with massive price tags. The Womenswear dept is an education. Everything I see that I like has price tags of up to £3k. Which in my world (Primark and High Street) is un-bloody-believable. However, I do see some gorgeous Dior shoes which I daren't even pick up. They are beautiful and I am in love. Andy says he'll buy them for me when he wins the Lottery.After laughing at the camp assistants in Selfridges (stereotypes or what?) we head for Carnaby Street so I can call in at Lush to get my sister a bath bomb (a pre-requistite when I go to London now) and then Andy takes me to a very nice Private Bar where we have a lovely meal and loads of wine. Lord Brockett is on the table next to us and within 20 minutes he has mentioned the words "jungle" and "Ant and Dec". Cue eyes rolling.After 2 bottles and a lot of police stories and slagging off and moaning, Andy decides if we don't go now, I won't be back in time and Stu will go mad, so we set off for the Tube. A cuddle and a hug later and I'm on my way back to East Finchley. Get back at 5.30 and Stu picks me up and takes me back to Muswell Hill nick. He is already in his uniform, and I change into WYP polo shirt and stab vest and get ready for a night out with The Met.We eventually set off and pick up Rod and the lovely moderator Bert and patrol round. By 11pm I am knackered and Stu is fretting because it isn't a busy night and he wanted to show me the difference between WYP and the Met. By 1am I don't care and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. At 2am we call it a night and I am on the verge of tears I am so tired. I don't know where Stu gets his energy from, he doesn't seem bothered at all. Finally get home and in bed for 4am. I have lost the will to live and fall asleep instantly. SaturdayGot up at about 12 noon, as one of Stu's neighbours was banging on the door, obviously oblivious to the fact I had been awake for 23 hours the previous day. Do the domestic thing and go to Tescos. Come back and potter about. Am in a horrendous mood because I am tired and am grumpy and miserable. Stu suffers my wrath on more than one occassion. We are going out to Essex tonight for an engement do, a lad who Stu knows through Specials. I really don't want to go as I am extremely tired and run down and would be quite happy to curl up into a ball and hibernate.Get ready and set off at 7.30, get to the do at about 8.30. It's a family do and we don't know anybody except Jason, who Stu knows through the Specials. By 9.30 I am begging to go home but Stu thinks we shoudl stop until 10.30. I am counting down the minutes and can't stop yawning, I am exhausted. 10.30 finally rolls by and we set off. I feel bad about going but I need to sleep.Another night of falling straight to sleep. SundayUp late again, although I am still very very very very tired.Come over all Domestic Goddess and make a Beef Casserole, then stand on some glass on the kitchen floor (Stu+ washing up + wine glass = sound of broken glass and request for dustpan and brush) and become a Weak Woman while Stu manfully pulls out a 1/2" shard of glass from my foot.Leave the casserole in the oven and head for Harlow, where I have an overwhelming urge to spend money in TK Maxx. Fly round the shops in Harlow, but it's quite busy and my patience is in tatters as I am still tired and grumpy. Satisfy my retail urge by buying 3 t-shirts and denim shirt and shriek that we'll have to get home as the casserole has been in the oven 3 hours instead of 2. All the way home I imagine the flat will be on fire but we get home and the casserole is fine and I am chuffed as it is gorgeous.4pm and I'm saying my goodbyes and setting off home. The weather is awful and I hate driving on motorways in the dark and hate it even more when it's raining, so I am not best pleased. However, as soon as I hit the A14, it is clear as a bell.Get back to Huddersfield at about 8pm and unpack.And so to bed. Could do with a day off to sleep and get myself back on track but it's work tomorrow, and up at 6.15am to start all over again.

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