Jailhouse Rock

Back to work. Well sort of. If we weren't on duty over the Christmas period then we were left to our own devices.

This meant I got to see quite a bit of the girl with red hair.

I got to walk back to her house - getting increasingly nervous at the number of murals and painted kerbstones in her estate.

I got to meet her family - and make a suitable impression on them.

And then it happened.

A night out. A few drinks. A comfortable sofa.

That's right - we fell asleep.

And I missed the curfew.

Oh shit.