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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Misdemeanour in Tunbridge Wells - Part 1

I've been writing this blog since the last asparagus season, (May 2006). In that time I've tried to be honest with my readers and give them what they wanted, even if they didn't realise it's what they wanted. Sometimes I don't even think I wanted it without realising it.

Anyway, I' m an honest member of the community and my family. I pay the taxman willingly, and I absolutely never wear last seasons colours. That is why it was a surprise to me to find out I was nearly branded a common criminal.

This unforgettable incident happened last week in Tunbridge Wells of all places.

My friend and I were on our way to dinner to meet some other friends who were friends of my friend. We exited the train station at approximately 20.00 hrs on our way to said dinner date.

It was then I caught sight of him, what a cutie I immediately thought.

He had big brown eyes and soft golden hair and seemed friendly without being pushy, loveable without being a doormat and .... well you get the picture.

"Why don't you go and say hello?" my friend Julia said.

"I'm not sure, he seems a little pre occupied, maybe he's waiting for someone" I pondered.

"Maybe he is, but they're not here yet so you've got time. Go on quick, he's looking at you." my friend ushered.

So I scuttled over, leaving Julia grinning like the proverbial cat.

I hadn't noticed before, but he was part of a group. Oh dear, this could be highly embarrasssing, making a fool of oneself in front of an audience. But it was too late, I was standing in front of "the group".

"Excuse me, would you mind if I said hello to him?" I asked sheepishly to the tall man.

Two other men who now miraculously appeared to be in a uniform, looked at me smirking. There was also a woman standing behind them. I noticed she wasn't wearing any make up...it's a Saturday night? Something definitely was amiss here.

"Not at all, be my guest love." he replied, with a sinister nod.

My cute blond with brown eyes was friendly, very friendly. He was turning into a nightmare, his paws were everywhere and he was trying to get his tougue down my throat! This is not what I had expected , even less so in Tunbridge Wells. I was of course, disgusted.

"He's very friendly isn't he?" I hesitated

As the words came out of my mouth, the penny dropped with a loud clunck, Clunck. I realised what a total amoeba I had been.

My friend re joined me at that point, "What are you doing?"she said in her best impression of my mother.

I didn't know.

I was making friends with a Labrador drugs sniffer dog surrounded by at least six undercover members of Tunbridge Wells Police Constabulary on a Saturday night. I was clearly an idiot, with nice shoes.

"Err, yes well I'm sorry, I just wanted to stroke your dog that's all, I have dogs myself that's probably why he's being so friendly Officer, I mean Constable, get down nice doggie, sit sit . " I said feebly.

There were many raised eyebrows. I made my excuses, grabbed my friend and left the scene of the crime. I patted myself on the back for never having tried anything remotely drug like in my whole life.

As I brushed off the dog hairs and drool from my face, I began to feel famished. We had dinner booked at Hotel du Vin, and we were both late. Valuable time had being wasted cuddling enthusiastic police dogs when we should be eating gorgeous French food. That was a crime.

"Heather, erm, we've got company" Julia said slowly with a nervous giggle.

We both turned around, indeed we had. A lot of company, and we were surrounded. My little brown eyed friend was just sitting staring at me, he'd followed me like a stray dog, how nice.

"Excuse me Miss, our dog has indicated to us that you are in possession of an illegal substance, would you step over here with us please." he asked, without one hint of humour in his voice.

Part two coming soon.

Heather x

11 Comments:

  • At Sunday, February 04, 2007 5:24:00 pm, Blogger KAZ said…

    Wow - Heather whatever is going to happen to you?
    I won't be able to sleep tonight - pass the Nytol.

     
  • At Sunday, February 04, 2007 10:01:00 pm, Blogger Rog said…

    I bet the sniffer dog bangs his paw on his forehead and goes "Der!!! I thought you said Heroine!!!".

     
  • At Wednesday, February 07, 2007 12:42:00 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well if it happened to Bridget Jones.....

     
  • At Thursday, February 08, 2007 7:15:00 pm, Blogger nuttycow said…

    You can't leave us in such suspense lady!

    What are the internet facilities like at Wormwood Scrubs anyway?

     
  • At Friday, February 09, 2007 5:54:00 pm, Blogger Heather said…

    Kaz - I hope my misdemeanour doesn't cause you to miss beauty sleep.

    Murph - If only the sniffer dog was as nice as you Murph.

    greavsie - well yes, where was Colin Firth?

    nuttycow - sorry, I have been told off by a commenter for my posts being too long, so decided to split this one.

     
  • At Friday, February 09, 2007 11:19:00 pm, Blogger SeƱor Tronosco said…

    Thats a cliffhanger...I met a sniffer dog at the airport once. I was very worried I was smuggling some fresh chorizo and a leg of Jamon at the time...how do the doggies resist? I steered a wide berth and got away without being frisked by the WPC..shame..humph!

     
  • At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 9:52:00 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Its been over a week... have you gone to the "big house"?

     
  • At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 11:32:00 pm, Blogger Heather said…

    ST - Those doggies are too well trained. I'm sorry you weren't frisked by a female PC, go to T Wells, you will be then.

    anon- that's very kind of you to be concerned about me thank you, but I have not gone to Buckingham Palace. Post coming asap.

     
  • At Thursday, February 15, 2007 12:18:00 am, Blogger Janejill said…

    Looking forward to hearing the rest - especially as a nearly identical thing happened to me - see "Forensic in France "(if I ever get it finished !

     
  • At Tuesday, February 20, 2007 2:08:00 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Any excuse to frisk you, by the sound of it. Now tell me, I still have a problem with my mum who complains about me stucking at the computer, I guess you gave in, is there any other to compromise? My mother is clueless about what a blog is.

     
  • At Wednesday, February 21, 2007 10:23:00 am, Blogger Heather said…

    janejill - hope it wasn't too traumatic.

    Ellee - Hi, she knows what a blog is because she always listens to Radio 4 and they seem to mention them quite a lot. Next task is to get her to comment, wish me luck.

     

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