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I wasn't sure where else to put this, this story is hardly uplifting enough for General Discussion although it is funny in a awful sort of way. Anyway, any required aplogies tendered in advance...
To set the scene, I live on a small estate, mostly bungalows, set between a (infrequently used) railway line and a large, partly wooded, common. We do have a neighbourhood watch scheme and in the latest newsletter that was issued yesterday there was a paragraph about a serious sexual assault which had occurred on the railway line in the early hours of the morning about three weeks ago. According to the police statement the perpetrator had apparently emerged from one of the gardens and afterwards had disappeared into one of our gardens and presumed to have been heading for the common.
Now my garden borders the railway line but I knew nothing about all this until I read about it in the newsletter, as by good fortune and God's grace, we were away for a week bracketing the date the attack took place. I am still quaking at what my reaction might been to the surprise early morning knock on the door; "Excuse me sir, can you help us with our enquiries into a serious sexual assault?"
Obviously I may still get the call if no perpetrator has yet been apprehended, as my arrest details are very firmly on file, but at least now I will be forewarned. Mrs CH has in fact just told me that a man in a suit did come to the door two Saturdays ago while I was out, but she hid up because she thought he was a Jehovah's Witness
My so-called friend, who I have already shared this tale with, has kindly pointed that the numerous bramble and hawthorn scratch injuries, that I always have from my twice weekly vegetation clearance duties on the railway, should immediately arouse suspicion in any alert officer
To set the scene, I live on a small estate, mostly bungalows, set between a (infrequently used) railway line and a large, partly wooded, common. We do have a neighbourhood watch scheme and in the latest newsletter that was issued yesterday there was a paragraph about a serious sexual assault which had occurred on the railway line in the early hours of the morning about three weeks ago. According to the police statement the perpetrator had apparently emerged from one of the gardens and afterwards had disappeared into one of our gardens and presumed to have been heading for the common.
Now my garden borders the railway line but I knew nothing about all this until I read about it in the newsletter, as by good fortune and God's grace, we were away for a week bracketing the date the attack took place. I am still quaking at what my reaction might been to the surprise early morning knock on the door; "Excuse me sir, can you help us with our enquiries into a serious sexual assault?"
Obviously I may still get the call if no perpetrator has yet been apprehended, as my arrest details are very firmly on file, but at least now I will be forewarned. Mrs CH has in fact just told me that a man in a suit did come to the door two Saturdays ago while I was out, but she hid up because she thought he was a Jehovah's Witness
My so-called friend, who I have already shared this tale with, has kindly pointed that the numerous bramble and hawthorn scratch injuries, that I always have from my twice weekly vegetation clearance duties on the railway, should immediately arouse suspicion in any alert officer
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