Police escort

Something I saw on telly triggered a memory, the one when I got a ride home with the police.

At the time I lived in a town with my boyfriend, and we had been on a couple dinner (yikes-ish). Funnily enough, I still remember the dessert. It was half-melted icecream with warm berries (blueberries and raspberries I think) on top. Remember that I thought that I never have had anything as delicious as that.

So, we had a nice evening and when it was time to leave, the host who was a policeman said to not call a taxi, he'll set us up with his mates. So his colleagues arrived to take us home. Arriving in a police car to our chain house at three in the morning probably raised a few eyebrows. But who cares? We sold the house after a year when we split up anyway.

Funny that, how a program on tv can remind you of the past.