Greetings again All
My apologies for this Unusual Tale of Woe, but I would appreciate your help and advice.
Early last night, my beloved Soul Mate and Partner of many years (Natasha) asked if she could borrow my car for 20 minutes and (q.) “pop-outski to zee supermarket for a few beets and peezies” - as you Women often do.
After 6 hours, at 03.00 in the morning she hadn’t returned and I became very anxious after trying to call her on her mobile phone every few minutes but with no response.
Fearing the worst, I called the UK Police Emergency 999 number and was connected to a Female Operator who asked in an urgent tone: “OK SIR, CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE ME A DETAILED DESCRIPTION - INCLUDING ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?”
My reply: “Yes, she’s a beautiful low mileage 2005 model silver special edition Mercedes Limo with black leather heated seats, walnut trim, automatic climate control, Bose sound system, twin-spoke 17 inch alloy wheels, privacy glass, and a re-mapped twin turbo engine producing 357 BHP at 5000 RPM, registration plate ‘FUN 1’. I’M DESPERATELY WORRIED, PLEASE CAN YOU HELP TO FIND HER?!!”
After a short pause, the Lady Police Operator sighed in exasperation, muttered a few obscene expletives under her breath and then hung-up on me.
My Question:
What's happening with our Emergency Services in the UK nowadays? Is it Me - or the effects of PMR and the Preds? 
Answers on a Postcard please, and keep smiling Folks..
‘Uncle’ MB
