Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 21:02:55 GMT -1
A long story, but bear with me. Here's what happened hereaboots this weekend:
So, Friday night into Saturday morning, I'd stayed up late watching music documentaries on BBC Four, as I often do. Mr R asleep in bed, Ms Rolo out at her work till 4am in Ashton, and staying at her boyf's flat.
Except, the buzzer goes frantically--and I mean frantically-- at the back of 2am. First thought was Ms R had decided to stay at home and had forgotten keys, but that's not like her. On my way to the door, my second thought was it's a visitor for the young guy in the mews out back (it happens...)
It's a young girl, maybe about 21. She kinda fell through the door, I caught her and sat her down in the hall. This girl's not in a good way, she doesn't have a CLUE where she is or why.
Doesn't know where she is, how she got here or who she's looking for. All I could get out of her-- after much gentle questioning-- is where she lives. Southside, with her mother. According to her, 5 minutes away. Except the address she gives me is at least 30 mins in a cab.
She was semi-lucid one minute, panicky and wide-eyed the next, and clutching on to my hand. I kept asking where she'd been (a 20th birthday party, but she couldn't remember where...)
This is a well-spoken, well-turned out girl, with appropriate clothes for the weather, although she seemed to be feverish and shivery and was carrying her jacket and coat.
I offered to call her mum on her phone but she said please not to--so I called a cab instead and waited with her outside (in ma PJS and puffa coat, LOL). When it came I told the cabbie the address she'd given me, he said a £15 quid fare. Checked with S*****, who didn't give me her surname: she had no cash-- only cards-- and this cab didn't take chip and pin.
Fecking hell, so I says to the driver to wait, I'll put this on my business account (I hadn't enough in my purse) so came back in and sorted that out on the phone.
Next thing, Mr R sees girl get out of taxi, heading wobbily up the main road. So I phone TOA back right away and they tell me she's been sick in the cab and got out. Mr R says he'll get in the car and look for her but he's had a couple of beers so I tell him, not a good idea.
At this point, I phone 101, give them her description plus the address she told me. She's in no shape to be out wandering lost and alone, with no cash, it's now 3.30am. Polis confirm they're sending a couple of cars out to look for her.
So, pretty sleepless I have to say for the next few hours. Phone rings: is Polis. They've been to the address at 7am, block of flats, they've not found her despite sending nonsense out to look for her in the WE area.
I reiterated her description and that she lives with her mum (Polis Sergeant tells me that fact wasn't conveyed to them by 101) so he says he's going right back to the address.
One hour later, he phones back to tell me he's now located S***** safe and well.
So what happened? I don't BLOODY WELL know.
But I suspected from the outset that someone had maybe spiked this girl's drink.
(After 20 years at T, and you know, just being out and about----I think/hope I can tell whether someone's just uber-drunk or something else is going on.)
Ends well, thank eff. Just not always the case for young people SO out of it on whatever that they don't actually make it home.
So, Friday night into Saturday morning, I'd stayed up late watching music documentaries on BBC Four, as I often do. Mr R asleep in bed, Ms Rolo out at her work till 4am in Ashton, and staying at her boyf's flat.
Except, the buzzer goes frantically--and I mean frantically-- at the back of 2am. First thought was Ms R had decided to stay at home and had forgotten keys, but that's not like her. On my way to the door, my second thought was it's a visitor for the young guy in the mews out back (it happens...)
It's a young girl, maybe about 21. She kinda fell through the door, I caught her and sat her down in the hall. This girl's not in a good way, she doesn't have a CLUE where she is or why.
Doesn't know where she is, how she got here or who she's looking for. All I could get out of her-- after much gentle questioning-- is where she lives. Southside, with her mother. According to her, 5 minutes away. Except the address she gives me is at least 30 mins in a cab.
She was semi-lucid one minute, panicky and wide-eyed the next, and clutching on to my hand. I kept asking where she'd been (a 20th birthday party, but she couldn't remember where...)
This is a well-spoken, well-turned out girl, with appropriate clothes for the weather, although she seemed to be feverish and shivery and was carrying her jacket and coat.
I offered to call her mum on her phone but she said please not to--so I called a cab instead and waited with her outside (in ma PJS and puffa coat, LOL). When it came I told the cabbie the address she'd given me, he said a £15 quid fare. Checked with S*****, who didn't give me her surname: she had no cash-- only cards-- and this cab didn't take chip and pin.
Fecking hell, so I says to the driver to wait, I'll put this on my business account (I hadn't enough in my purse) so came back in and sorted that out on the phone.
Next thing, Mr R sees girl get out of taxi, heading wobbily up the main road. So I phone TOA back right away and they tell me she's been sick in the cab and got out. Mr R says he'll get in the car and look for her but he's had a couple of beers so I tell him, not a good idea.
At this point, I phone 101, give them her description plus the address she told me. She's in no shape to be out wandering lost and alone, with no cash, it's now 3.30am. Polis confirm they're sending a couple of cars out to look for her.
So, pretty sleepless I have to say for the next few hours. Phone rings: is Polis. They've been to the address at 7am, block of flats, they've not found her despite sending nonsense out to look for her in the WE area.
I reiterated her description and that she lives with her mum (Polis Sergeant tells me that fact wasn't conveyed to them by 101) so he says he's going right back to the address.
One hour later, he phones back to tell me he's now located S***** safe and well.
So what happened? I don't BLOODY WELL know.
But I suspected from the outset that someone had maybe spiked this girl's drink.
(After 20 years at T, and you know, just being out and about----I think/hope I can tell whether someone's just uber-drunk or something else is going on.)
Ends well, thank eff. Just not always the case for young people SO out of it on whatever that they don't actually make it home.