There’s a helicopter hovering overhead at the moment. I can see its lights from my bedroom window. I wonder what they’re looking for - this is a residential area… It’s been hovering here for a few minutes now and it’s pretty noisy.

My mum and I just joked with each other that the cops are looking for my dad - he hates the police with a passion.

Written by PJ | Posted in my life

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