I did promise.
Right, training is okay. Lots of work on 'real life' scenarios - situations which have really happened that we have to deal with. It's difficult, but interesting. It's still all just pretend, though. No one can know what they'll do if it happens for real. We're all feeling that.
Mainly lots of being in the wet today, surrounding premises, learning about safe ways to stop people, approach them, different types of weapons and some horribly realistic 'toys', that I don't understand the existance of at all.
Last night, however, was quite, quite, different.
That sneaky, sneaky doctor of mine said we were going out to dinner. And insisted he'd ride the bike, and I had to pillion.
When we got there I was a little surprised that, being a pub, they took our helmets and jackets etc. and spirited them away... but some places are good like that.
The pub was amazing. Gourmet food, lovely surroundings, some truly wonderful wine, which...we both drank. Because John insisted it would be okay, and my life these days I just thought someone would somehow rescue the bike or...I don't know. I didn't really think.
But, of course, we weren't going home at all, because Doctor Sneaky had booked us a room upstairs, where our helmets and jackets were neatly stored.
This room. This bath. Of course, it didn't look like that for very long. It got very...messy.
We had a bath - it was plenty big enough for two, and relaxed thoroughly with some excellent scotch, and then the rest of Doc's plan to lead me thoroughly astray and make a dirty stop out of me. It was brilliant - amazing. Fantastic. John Danger Watson is a God along men. And I definitely didn't want to get up this morning.
I'll leave it up to your imaginatioins about whether John took us clean underwear for this morning, or if we had a pantless ride home ;)