Is how the man greeted me. I had been out of bed about two minutes and was still in the process of getting the bathroom into clear enough focus to try for a rim shot when there was a knock on the door of the sort that is really only recognisable by those with ongoing credit problems. So with skinny legs embellished with knees that have won contests hanging out from under me dressing gown I opened it, a bit tentative like you do, "Don't worry it's only the police," came a voice from the dark. It seems they had a scrote left over in the cells from the new year celebrations and were keen to establish that the rightful owner(s) of some of "his" possessions were not really his. Sadly none of it was the stuff stolen from me but it is nice to see Essex plod are on the case of us poor frightened defenceless old folks and not the bikers for a change. 'Till summer starts of course.