Police Log, St. Matthew's Court
Nov. 6th, 2008 05:50 amI am still horribly jet-lagged, and yesterday lay down at 6:30pm and slept until 9:30pm. Then was wide awake until 11:30pm, and went to bed again, joining a very sleepy HWMBO.
At 1:30am, the inner doorbell rang. We have two: one at the front door of the block of flats to let people in, and one next to the door of our flat, to tell us that someone is ready to be let in. That inner doorbell is very raucous. I started up from a deep sleep, and then not only was the doorbell going, but someone was pounding on the door.
I got my shirt on and my glasses on, and went downstairs, peered through the peephole, and asked, "Who is it?"
"Police!" came the reply.
I opened the door and the officer said, "Sorry to bother you, but we've had a call that someone in this flat has slit their wrists."
By this time, HWMBO was downstairs too and we showed him our wrists. "It's not us." I pointed out that there were people with mental health issues in this block and suggested that they might want to pound on a few more doors, but they declined and left, with a cheery, "Sorry to have woken you up; goodnight."
I hope this is not someone's idea of a prank, akin to ordering a pizza (or pizzas!) to go to another address.
I had trouble sleeping after that. Up now at 5:30am, somewhat woozy but unable to sleep or stay in bed any longer. I do hope that no one else in the block slit their wrists and the police got the flat number wrong.
At 1:30am, the inner doorbell rang. We have two: one at the front door of the block of flats to let people in, and one next to the door of our flat, to tell us that someone is ready to be let in. That inner doorbell is very raucous. I started up from a deep sleep, and then not only was the doorbell going, but someone was pounding on the door.
I got my shirt on and my glasses on, and went downstairs, peered through the peephole, and asked, "Who is it?"
"Police!" came the reply.
I opened the door and the officer said, "Sorry to bother you, but we've had a call that someone in this flat has slit their wrists."
By this time, HWMBO was downstairs too and we showed him our wrists. "It's not us." I pointed out that there were people with mental health issues in this block and suggested that they might want to pound on a few more doors, but they declined and left, with a cheery, "Sorry to have woken you up; goodnight."
I hope this is not someone's idea of a prank, akin to ordering a pizza (or pizzas!) to go to another address.
I had trouble sleeping after that. Up now at 5:30am, somewhat woozy but unable to sleep or stay in bed any longer. I do hope that no one else in the block slit their wrists and the police got the flat number wrong.
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Date: 2008-11-07 10:23 am (UTC)I agree; I can't understand why the police would come rather than the ambulance. I suppose they might have sent an ambulance too, but we never saw them as they weren't needed.