There were about 14-16 of them sleeping in the house. The main person we were after was there and so he got nicked. On a name check, one was wanted so he got lifted too. And the third was a female who couldn't explain the goods she had with her. She got taken as well on suspicion. All round, it was good. Three in. Of course Control were having a fit because there were hardly any units to attend to calls but hey, that's always their gripe anyway. On the way out,one of the BSU officers helpfully pointed out the damaged front door and wall and said that the family should get that fixed as he wouldn't like to live in a house with a broken door, so would they? The family asked us who would pay for the damage, the answer amused me and. snigger. Am I mean? I don't think so, as the chappie we were looking for is prolific and his family know that. When asked about items we seized, they all said it belongs to chappie and they know he's a junkie who doesn't work. It does't take a genius to work out that chappie is a slag.
Then came the downer after the excitement. The paper work, the cancelling of warrants, the arranging of briefs and interpreters, the going into interview and THEN them saying they want a solicitor. Thankfully, all I had to do was finish off my book and do the warrants. Its a funny old job, you get out there and when you get a call, the adrenaline rushes you, you go with it and get the job done. Then you get back to custody and down you come, fustration and all when it doesn't run like clockwork. Most of the time it doesn't, but the next shift, we do it all again. Why? For me its because no day is the same. You have your great days and you have your crap days (gaoler, station officer, take your pick) but every day is different.
PS. Its also because it pays the mortgage!