12.11.2006 14:43 - The Receipt of Bad News
My ex-brother-in-law, a policeman, was shot last night in Wolverhampton, by someone he was chasing.
He's in hospital, and they say that he's been seriously wounded, but is in a stable condition.
I heard the news on the radio, lying in the same bed, in the same room and the same condition of awakeness that I remember hearing that John Lennon was shot, and Freddie Mercury had died. I also remember experiencing possibly the worst earth-tremor in Staffordshire there, thinking it was my mother shaking the bed to wake me for work. In all cases, I thought it was a dream.
In all cases, it turned out not to be the case.
We didn't know, of course, that it was my XBIL, until my sister rang up to say she had had a visit from the police.
It isn't the first time he's had a hard time from his job. He had a bit of a problem a few years ago when he found the body of a little girl. I won't tell you what had happened to the little girl, other than to say that you would find it hard to believe that people existed who would want to do such a thing, It's hardly surprising he had a bit of trouble coming to terms with it. I suppose it's hardly a wonder that the police do close ranks to a naiive public, who don't understand what the Police are expected to cope with.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and help my parents prepare the Sunday dinner, and to think of how to explain to my niece why anybody would want to shoot her daddy.