First, congratulations to John. I'm sure you've already seen his news. He will be brilliant, I'm certain. The people of London are lucky to have him working for them. (As we are lucky to have him the rest of the time).
Second, in comments some of you will have seen that we had a bit of a result today - a huge police op running all over London today collared someone we've had a warrant out for for a while now, so very very pleased about that.
Thirdly...thirdly. Question. I suppose it makes sense to carry on from yesterday.
Nameless said, after yesterday's post: OK, please count "Why/when/how/etc has it seemed like you might have had to give up policing?" as my next question. I'm burning with curiosity here.
Well. I've talked about a big car crash I had before - I was in a pursuit, in a police car. We went off the road, via a lamp post, brick wall and at least one flip. I got knocked about a bit, and at first they were a bit worried about me - internal injuries, my leg was a bit of a mess. No one ever said to me that there was a chance I'd have to jack it all in, but I spent a lot of time lying about in hospital, waiting for tests and treatment and doctors and thinking what I'd do if they said it was serious. Happily the opposite was true - I mean, it was a bit serious, but as a result of it I got to work in CID when I was on light duties, and ended up transferring to be a DC after that.
I'd only been in CID a year or so when the next time came up. I was on an op. It all got very...heated. Frankly, you couldn't tell the cops from the crims. And at the end more than one person was taking advantage of the NHS. And more than one brief was lodging a complaint.
Four of us got dragged up in the end. Looking back, it was the right thing. At the time I was furious. I was so sure we were the good guys and they were the bad. But I was wrong. Got an official warning. Was incredibly lucky not to get kicked out. Really not my proudest days. It meant it took me longer to make DS than I wanted - but I think it was good for me. I needed to grow up.
Then there was a time when I got another job offer. Decent job, working with someone I got along really well with. Fitting and decorating interiors - nice stuff, designer. Shops, homes, all sorts. He's a fantastic joiner, and I've always loved that sort of thing. Anyway, the idea was I'd give up the Job, work regular hours, see more of my husband, all of that...and then I just couldn't do it. I couldn't give it up. I thought about spending my days covered in dust and paint making pretty rooms and...it wasn't me. I wouldn't have been happy. Of course, the fact I didn't take it in the end didn't make Bryan very happy, either. I suppose, essentially, I chose the job over him, eventually... but it was the right thing to do. Just took quite a while for me to find the courage to do it.
Anyway, there were a few other times, mainly via injury. But those were the big three.
I'm very glad I didn't give it up.