I don't really want to delve too deeply into it, suffice it to say that there was a person in need of a phone call outside my house when I got home, that my area is as subject to some of the horrible things that happen to people in other places (you always think it only happens elsewhere) and that one of my least favourite inflictors of pain were possibly involved (my top five runs, in no particular order, thus: shark bite, machete, razor blades on a water slide, rotting slowly from wounds sustained from crocodile teeth and dentistry). It was very odd to be on the other end of a police radio conversation. And even though it seemed all very surreal and remote at the time, there do seem to be many jump-inducing noises happening since. Think I'll head to bed now for an ostrich-under-the-covers approach to the evening's events. Odd day.
Who wore it better?
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