Old memories of antics within the Nick.

While in Glasgow morning yesterday Fraser commented "I see you are wearing your "Meal Medals", not sure what he meant, he pointed out the several stains on the old fleece I was wearing !!! evidence of several squelchy egg rolls no doubt. This is why it is perhaps time I got my own Donald Duck eating aid (bib). But having said that, it is nothing to the state I have seen some jackets in after a kebab or curry, or the silk ( stained) tie.

Headed for the toilet and met the cleaner lady, who has been there for years,and having not heard me got a fright - this reminded me of two lady cleaners we had at Dalkeith Police Station way back in the 60's and 70's, Nan and Barbara, and it was surprising that they never had a heart attack at some of the tricks the boys got up to. One morning, as they arrived at 5 a.m to start work they opened up their cleaning cupboard and found a full size skeleton standing there - both ran out screaming. All sorts of things happened to them from being locked in cells, power switched off, scary things dangling on fish wires, men under sheets, etc. But despite our best efforts they always came back for more.
Nothing has changed as this cleaner was saying that a couple of weeks ago she could not get in to clean a toilet and kept peering under to see the feet under the door, however when she called in the Sgt thinking something was wrong he checked and found that the guys had stuck a pair of wellies on some pants and locked the door from the inside making it look as though someone was sitting ( contemplating , perhaps !!)
On similar theme, my former landlady , old Jessie McQueen , who was our cleaner at Loanhead, came in one morning , and found the late Bill Baxter, curled up on the floor cuddling the toilet bowl. Getting no response from his she scuttled round to the nearest Police house and knocked Bill Scott out his bed to help. When Bill arrived he found that Baxter was just ever so under the influence !! having checked out a few of the local pubs on the nightshift ( the good old days).

There was a young policeman, Bill Smith, tall thin, and fit as a fiddle - who one night , despite wearing boots and a full length greatcoat ran a young housebreaker into the ground. But, he came to work one dayshift still well under the weather from a party the night before - there was a break in reported at Alex Paton's electrical shop, in the Loan, loanhead, just round from the Police Station - so Bill attended and was to wait for Alex to arrive - so when Alex did eventually arrive, Bill was slumped in the doorway sound asleep oblivious to the fact the Loanhead was coming to life and there were many pedestrians passing the shop !! just letting him sleep.
The old boiler man about the same time ( late 60's) came in about 4.30 a.m. every day to stoke and clean the coal heating furnaces, and worked every day for five years before asking for a day off to go to a funeral, and then the boss discovered that he had never had a day off or a holiday !!!! Can you see that happening these days - no way.