This is going around the Yard. Most of them find it hilarious - but a few of us remember joining up when it was exactly like this!
I remember it very clearly, joining up, living out at Hendon, the studying, the exams...the whole interview thing. And finally getting through it all. The parade. And then realising how 15 weeks isn't enough training for anyone.
Still, here I am, many years later. Still doing the job. Of course, I didn't even dream of working at the Yard then. None of us did. We were happy just to get a posting, didn't care where.
Sherlock wants to be allowed to take something police-related into some sort of special show-and-tell type thing at school. He wanted a taser. Obviously that's not going to happen. So now he wants a baton.
For those who've never seen one. That's usually my only weapon, to protect myself, others, and if necessary incapacitate an assailant. No guns, tasers, or CS gas for us. Not normally. Obviously some officers do carry them - but as they're classed as a firearm, you have to have special training.
Danny is causing everyone a lot of trouble right now. I'm...not very happy. But as time machine construction is banned, I can't go back in time and tell his old man to put a sock on it. So... we're trying to talk some sense into him.
I think we're losing that battle.
I don't know how anyone can be so self-centred. How anyone can hold other people responsible for everything bad that's ever happened, and take no responsibility for themselves. And then turn on people who try to help.
I just don't know.
John has a day shift tomorrow. Wonder if I'll get to meet him at a crime scene, or in a custody suite... Not that I think anyone I arrest deserves him. :)