At the time (about 9am this morning) I was thoroughly ashamed of my reaction.

A few hours later, I’m a tiny bit less ashamed. At least it was so raw and honest that he stopped in his tracks and went completely Off Script.

To begin with I was angry that he totally dismissed my words. “I don’t have a mobile phone. And I don’t know his phone number. I don’t even know where he is right now.”

If he hadn’t been wearing one of those GodAwful masks I’d have seen him smirk with utter contempt at me.

What I’m ashamed of is my reaction to his uniform/clipboard saying:

I am empowered by the High Court to obtain all and every possession needed. And have full authority to enter your premises. Firstly – Who owns that car?

That’s when I………?

It’s not very dignified to collapse in a heap on your own back doorstep, crying and wearing slippers and an apron.

My bad :o(

P.S. Prior warning of such incoming trauma would be nice…Next Time! Thank you very much