Morning. It's been a bit of a crazy week. Including the police turning up at mine due to a noise complaint and being subjected to a search because they could smell cannabis. Thankfully, it was a coincidence I opened the window, and saw a cop car, so it gave me time to bury the weed, valium and other drugs in the soil in my plant. I've gotten used to talking to police, and admitted that aye we'd had a spliff earlier, but we had none left.
I got one over on my neighBORE, as when they turned up, we'd just got back in from going out to get something so they said well we're ignoring the noise complaint, as I can't hear any and couldn't when we were outside your flat. So all they've noted on me is a search for drugs with nothing found. PNC on my mate turned up previous, which I know is just for minor drug possession offences and graffiti. I think had it not been for my smart talking ways, mate would have been taken into the cells for the night. And turns out i'm still known to them as being on the at risk register for battered women! Which i'm not too happy about.
Time for me to find the rails again and have a quiet few days, until Saturday.