Today – Police, Death and Fire! (busy day)

Everything seems to be happening at once! I’ve said that before but never meant it as much as i do today. sorry for how long this entry is…

So…First Story. Whish shall we start with? Chronological Order i think. But, chronological according to when i found out…if that makes sense.

So…This afternoon i was sitting in the living room doing some notes for english literature and i get a text telling me to look in the local newspaper on page 2. turns out a teacher (funnily, an english teacher) from my school went on holiday for half term to Italy. The hotel her and her husband were staying in caught fire. She and her husband had to climb out of the window movie style with knotted bedsheets then jump 15 ft down to the ground. The teacher from my school has ended up with a cracked vertebrae and will be in hospital for around a month. Her husband is ok though – just smoke inhalation. Two people died in the fire, two Italians.  so sad.

As i was replying to the text that told me to look at the paper my mum comes home from work. She calls my brother and asks him to come downstairs so she doesnt have to say things twice (then of course i stop texting and start listening).  “Dad’s had his Vespa nicked”

What!? My parents work on the train station and he left it there while he went into the shops.He had broken down on the way and had to push it there. came back and it had gone. The platform staff had seen some kids there about 15mins before and told them to get off the station. Oh and how they did – with my dad’s scooter. not only is it worth a lot of money but my dad LOVES his scooter. so anyway he and 2 blokes who work on the station with my dad went to look and see if they could find them. My dad spotted them in some bushes in the park right near the station. He called the police and waited there watching to make sure they didnt get away but didnt have a very clear view. They police couldnt see my dad so called his mobile. My dad moved to show them where he was and the boys saw and ran off leaving a bloke (who they had obviously taken the scooter to) and a woman with a baby in a pram! The police arrested him and took him to the police station. but he said he wouldnt be on the CCTV so obviously he got these kids to nick it and take it to him and  thats why they ran and he didnt.so if he says he just found it he cant be found guilty (except that they are fingerprinting the scooter)

It was so good that my dad had broken down otherwise they would have started it and gotten away! but not so good coz they then smashed it up pretty bad, pulling all the cables out trying to get it started. so anyway…my dad went to the police station to give his statement. he went into the reception and said thats why he was there. there was a woman and 3 teenage girls in there (typical big gold earrings,scraped back hair and those fake velvet tracksuits). my dad sussed they must be with the bloke by the looks the gave him and went outside. the mum went after him and had a go at him saying “do you even know how old he is?” My dad guessed about 20 and she was saying “he’s only fucking 16”. my dad just walked back into the police station. if iwas him i wouldve said “so what, he’s still a thief”

moving on, dad gave his statement and me and mum went shopping for a little while while we waited for him so we could give him a lift home (coz he doesnt have his scooter now). We picked him up, came home and my dad started explaining to my brother what had happened at the police station when my brother stopped him.

“Grandad has been on the phone. Uncle Bill has died.”

omg. what more can happen today? we knew it was only a matter of days. (He caught the MSRA hospital superbug and ended up not being able to speak or move and he wasnt even aware when people went to visit him) i guess it was kindve a good thing. to put him out of his misery. It didnt help that last friday was the anniversary of his wife’s death as well…They rang his daughter this morning saying it would only be a matter of hours. His family lives away though. i hope they didnt leave him alone in that side ward to just let him die. i hope there was someone with him…

It kindve makes you wonder whether prosecuting the theives is worth it. Poor Uncle Bill.

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