So the police call again and I answer. Not quite a restraining order, but more of a warning/agreement. Any attempt by me to contact her will be seen as harassment.
At first I was quite upset by this, but after a few hours I realised that this actually changes nothing. I never had any intention of trying to make contact, and was actually quite worried about any chance meeting. Now I know exactly where I stand from a personal view (although there wasn’t much doubt there) and after saturday (when I’m going to the police station) from a legal standpoint. So if there is a chance meeting I no longer have to worry about how to act or what’ll happen because running away will be a perfectly acceptable response from me. Which to be honest would have been my natural reaction.

In fact you could see that as a good thing. I have no doubt about where I stand, I may even find out (from the police) what ACTUALLY happened, which would be nice. ‘They’ have peace of mind, which is good. Bizarre as it may sound I have actually worried at times that other people affected by these events would have difficulty continuing with normal life. So I know for a fact that that’ll be happening, don’t have to worry about the welfare of people I’ve promised (and am now legally bound) to not contact.

Not the best outcome you could imagine but in a slightly strange way everyone gets closure, that’s all I ever want when things go wrong… I was going to say ‘like this’ but I get the impression that this is quite a unique situation.

So, a case that was closed in my mind is now locked shut for good measure. Any further writing on the subject will not be released in the public domain and the status quo can return (not the band).

Well, the lack of contact from the police was bothering me slightly. Now I’m taking it as ‘when they said it’s not too serious, it’s really not’.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be leaving it over two working days to get back to me.

I feel I should point out that I slightly mis-quoted my answerphone message, it actually said ‘nothing too serious at this time’. Which is basically the same as ‘yet’ I suppose, but I like to correct my mistakes when I notice them.

Well I did manage to get to sleep last night, and in the light of day I’m not so worried. I’ve done nothing illegal and the police are there to ‘make surrey safer’ so I’ve got nothing to worry about.
I did try and go to the station today but it seemed to be under renovation or something. Either way I couldn’t get in so I’ll just have to wait for them to return my call.

Or to be more accurate I get an voice mail from the police, seeing as they called while I was attending a photographic workshop (very good by the way).
They wanted me to get back to them and to let them know of my availability next week. To quote exactly ‘nothing serious yet’.
….

Yet.

Worrying.
I’ve called back and left a voice mail message of my own, and emailed.
I’m sure we can all guess what this is probably about, but I’m trying not to jump to any conclusions. That’s hardly going to help matters any. My intention is to go down to the police station tomorrow morning and try and find out what the hell’s going on.

How well I’ll sleep tonight seems questionable.

Events related herein are a few weeks out of date, but there have been other more pressing matters to blog about.

I left work early to drive down to Plymouth to see my parents, friends and to have a guitar lesson. Good stuff.
On the M4 I was bombing along in the fast lane in my normal fashion. My mind was drifting to what CD I wanted to put on next when

Oh-my-god-there’s-something-in-the-road!!!

I tried to swerve to avoid it, but it was a bit of a half hearted effort. Partly because I was slow to see it, but mostly because I didn’t have time to check my mirror for anyone in the middle lane.

*CRUNCH*

I looked in my rear view mirror in time to see a section of exhaust pipe lazily coming to rest safely on the central reservation.

Maybe it’s ok?
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