Being a policeman's 'wife'

The Policeman and I have been together for just over 7 years now, since we were 17. I know. 'Tis long time. (To clarify he wasn't a policeman at 17, that would be crazy. He was just a regular boy.)

Once he was done being mischievious and getting scalded by the policemen of Brixworth (nothing terrible you understand, just young scallywag stuff.) he decided that actually fighting crime actually looked pretty fun. He joined the force just over a year ago. *Proud face*

To me, this is him:

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So, obviously I am very proud of him, but being a policeman's 'wife' is a puzzler (Note to the Policeman if you are reading this: Please don't freak out at this reference to lifelong commitment. I know we are not married, nor engaged. It is simply a word I am using to emphasise the fact that we do in fact live together. No pressure... although it is sinful and all that.). The pressure they come under in is the kind that most of us mere mortals really can't really relate to, yet I rarely see the Policeman stressed. They seem to have this camaraderie between them where they pick each other up and carry on, even if they have just had to inform a family that one of their loved ones has died, or deal with a schizophrenic heroin addict all day.

The hours they work are all kinds of crazy. Yeah, they have set shifts but unlike the rest of us who can drop what we are doing at 5:30pm and make the mad dash home, if a murder or missing person (Misper as they are called in the force. That's right. I'm down with the lingo) is reported 15 minutes before they are meant to finish they could be working long after their set finish time. It means, as a policeman's other half, you can't plan anything. You might book to see friends or to go out for dinner but you never know whether you are actually going to make it. It's kind of a state of limbo.

At the moment he is working night shifts - they're a puzzler. What? You mean I'm going to bed... and your going to work? And then, I'll be getting up and you'll be coming in...? *Confused face.*

The main thing for me is, the chuffing criminals never take a freakin' day off! That means that this year the Policeman will be working Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. Bad times. Crims, if you're reading this why not get in on the 'peace and goodwill to all men' thing and make a pact to be reeeeeaaally good over the festive period this year? Y'know that Santa doesn't come if you've been naughty, right? Yeah, that's right. Get on it.

In other news ...This morning saw me rolling out of bed in the dark and the cold (although it still appears to be both these things) for an early morning workout because tonight's activities mainly revolve around eating. Y'see the big sis is home from the US of A for Christmas today and due to the lack of good Indian food in America she is demanding a curry tonight. Hard life. 'Tis also the day before my last day at work ...feeling very strange.

Not any old week

'Tis a funny old week for me this week. Feelings I expect to be included in this week's events include: excitement, happiness, nerves to the point of vom and sadness to the point of teariness. It's all in there! And here's why. 

The big sister and her hubby return home this week for Christmas - Big Freest (or Astrop now that she is all married and that) and her husband moved out to Ohio about 2 and a half years ago. Hubby is very brainy and landed himself a PHD at the University out there. So, they are there for 5 years and I miss them muchly. Bad times. But they are home on Thursday for ten days so I get to see these two beautiful faces. Good times. So, Thursday night is for curry with the family.

Milk cartons and moustaches. Not milk moustaches. That's something different.

On a very similar note, one of my lovely girls moved out to Dubai a couple of months ago to teach at a new English school out there. She is back for Christmas this week which means one of our other girls who lives in Hull is coming back to the 'hamp and we all get to party like it's 1999 on Saturday night. Aces!

It's also my last week at my current job. I start a brand new one next week. Eeeeep! My feelings about this are the following:

• I love the guys I work with so boo.
• I'm so excited for my new job so yay
• I'm freakin' nervous about being the 'new girl' (see previous post: New job fear) so ...eep.

So, generally a bit all over the place this week. Will be zoning out a plenty at the gym by way of gaining a bit of normality! (Unless vodka creeps in somewhere and puts that at risk too...! Likely.)