Is it me or is the Police Pledge a bit of a laugh?

I don't expect this will be picked up by many, but to be honest, I'm not that arsed. This will prove very therapeutic for me - coming on here and having a good old rant.

3 and a half years ago, I decided to move house. To cut a long story short, we bought a house from Ronald and Margaret Syddall, a pair of liars, if ever a pair lived. When I say a pair of liars, let me explain. The house is opposite a park and whilst some would say that I should have known better, I asked the appropriate questions and trusted them to give me honest answers. They didn't, as is confirmed by the checking of the forms that theycompleted incorrectly before the sale took place. I actually looked Ronnie in the eye and asked him if there was every any problems with the park - he looked right back at me and said "No, it's a lovely place" First lie of many. Yes, I've taken this to a solicitor who confirms I've a great case to sue them, but to be quite truthful, I haven't got a spare thousand pounds to spare on dragging their sorry arses into court. I'd rather spend it on my kids. I believe what goes around comes around and one of these days, they will get what is due them and I really don't care what happens to them. The pair of them can live their days in misery for all I care.

Anyway, it was only about 2 weeks after we moved in - June 2006 (world cup year you'll recall) that I had cause to ring the police. Some little darlings were chucking rocks onto the railway line which runs near my house. The police operator called me Mrs Syddall....... that provided the answer to a few questions. The pair of liars had called the police several times in the past and I slowly began to realise I'd been a proper fool to have bought this house - but I'd trusted them and there we are.

Perhaps if I go on to share my Police stories - it will give people a bit of a laugh, if nothing else.

When all hell breaks loose in the parks at any time between the hours of 7 at night and 6 in the morning, I am told by the police to call them. So, I do, and I spend ages on hold whilst waiting for someone in the control room at Oldham police, pick up the phone. I've been known to hold on for anything between 10 minutes to 40 minutes - when it is in the early hours of the morning, I usually lie in bed with the phone by my ear, so at least I can try to continue snoozing.

Anyway, on the occasions that I do get through (because sometimes I get very bored and/or fall asleep again) that's when the fun starts.

Operator "Greater Manchester Police"
Me "Hello, can you send an officer out please? We have a gang of around 20 kids pissing about in the park opposite the house"
Op "Can you describe them?"
Me "No, the last time I looked out of the window at them, the 2 front windows of the house were put through, so you'll forgive me if I don't manage to obtain DNA for each of them"
Op "What are they doing?"
Me "Having a fucking tea party, running a marathon, hurling the javelin, how the bloody hell do I know?"
Op "No need for that is there?" (Usually the operator is becoming arsey at this point, which I understand to an extent, what she/he fails to understand is that I've probably been disturbed 3 times before I've actually made the call, and I am so pissed off I want to cry)
Me "No, you're right, there is no need for that, but if you check through your records, you will see that this address has a history - you don't need to ask all the stupid questions, you just need to send an officer out to get rid of them"
Op "Well what are they doing?"
Me "I've told you, they are pissing about in the park, I have to get up for work in the morning, I'm exhausted, I have MS, I need to get a bit of quality sleep, can't you just prioritise this call and send someone out?"
Op "Yes, but what are they doing..."

Annnnd so it goes on - sometimes someone comes out, sometimes they don't.

Anyway, here I shall end this for this evening, because I need to get some sleep......