Arrived home with Amanda at about lunchtime yesterday. 🙂
As we started to look around the place at all the suitcases and bags that needed unpacking (!) I spotted a police van and car pulling away from one on the blocks in the cul-de-sac opposite and I mentioned to Amanda that I thought some “undesirables” must have moved in over there some time back because I had seen the police there in numbers on a quite a few occasions over the past couple of months.
A. “Do I need to register with the police ?”
T. “Why ?”
A. “Don’t the police need to know there’s a foreigner living here now ?”
T. “No, darling… Not in this country.”
Thanks, Kelly, for reminding me of that.