In my last post I mentioned that I was going to the police station to finish my statement - but I never mentioned why, either then or before!
So, Bun Bun, I was not arrested for painting people - yet, but I am waiting for the knock on the door - nor, as my boss likes to think, was I arrested for hitting people with a wet fish. In fact I wasn't arrested at all! I was witness to a serious assault, and I had to give my witness statement on the incident. Took 4 hours - very emotionally exhausting - not nice and not something I would like to repeat. Although I must admit the Service Police (RMPs or Monkeys as we know them) were really really kind, fed me more coffee than my bladder could cope with, gave me choccie biccies and let me escape for cigarette breaks whenever anything became to much - so that was okay.
So I am not an axe murderer or notorious serial painter, but I have lost my wet fish and I want to hit people with it, so will the bad man who took it please give it back or I will tell the monkey's on you.
Laters