Sad day

Today was the funeral of one of the PCs shot last month in an ambush attack masquerading as a burglary. Reading all the tweets on my timeline about the tremendous pulling together of police forces and public alike has had two effects on me. On the one hand, it is making me very proud to be British that in the face of such atrocity we can all stand together. On the other hand, I am incredibly sad. It hurts when someone you work with dies, whatever the circumstances. Imagine just for a minute though that you leave for work everyday subconsciously knowing that today could be the day you don’t return home. As a police officer, that does happen. Not that every police officer feels that on a daily basis although I assume they are at the moment.
I can’t imagine having a job like that and doff my metaphorical cap to all of those that do the job I know I couldn’t.
My thoughts are with the family, friends and colleagues of PC Nicola Hughes as they will be with those of her colleague, PC Fiona Bone tomorrow. Rest in peace ladies and thank you for all you did

Starting Uni

Today, I registered at the University of Kent as a mature student. I applied to study towards a BA (Hons) in criminal justice studies and really wasn’t sure I’d be accepted but I was.
My schooling finished in 1990 at the ripe old age of 16. I toyed with college until I joined the Met Police as a traffic warden in 1992.

Obtaining gainful employment smashed my dream of going to Uni or so I thought!

I will attempt to blog about my experiences and study regularly but I am a serial blog starter (and gym joiner) so I can’t guarantee it!