This is the man who interviewed me. I thought he was a reasonable man but clearly not so.
He said it was the longest interview that he had ever done; I wanted to tell them everything.
He dropped off my DVD copy of the interview on the 20th February, a whole 8 days after the interview after I had demanded it twice; yes twice. But he could not even get the address right; if it had come by post, it would never have arrived. Great police work!
I heard a knock on my back door and completely freaked; after what happened a short time ago, that was hardly surprising given my now extreme agoraphobia.
But, he has still seen my house and he has seen how I live and he has seen how I look, when in my house. He has seen the state that my house is now in; he has seen all of the piles of junk that I am reluctant to go out and put in the bins. He has even seen the pile of black bin rubbish that I cannot put in the bin because it was stolen and my other one is half way up the garden.
He has the power to go back to the CPS and tell them how bad I am and that all of these allegations are nonsense and to stop me having to endure this constant fear, a fear that the door will be smashed down and me dragged out by the thuggish police.
He has the power to do this bit he will not because he is a coward and does not have his courage of his own convictions