Operation Camouflage

Sitting in my room last night, listening to the lulling flow of traffic lurching over the speed bumps outside our house whilst getting undressed for bed. I was suddenly aware of a noise when the traffic fell quiet. A radio noise- someone speaking. My ears strained to pick up what was said and realisation suddenly dawned on me.

The police are outside our house, this exciting realisation came with the annoyance of just having pulled down my blind to get undressed. I heard no engine or voices, and realised with a quickening heartbeat it must be a covert operation.

Shit, I'm in my underwear, I can't look out of my window like this. As I lumbered about my room under the eaves trying not to bang my head and simultaneously find some clothes I realised I had to text Gill this exciting news, it was too good to keep to myself. I pulled my silky nightdress out from under my pillow with one hand, desperately trying to text with the other. I then realised I couldn't look out of my window in my nightdress, it was simply too sexy and suggestive, and having already been told off by Mike once today for getting Mr. Grahams email address, I was NOT going to be suggestive to any more policemen, especially as Mike's house is opposite. I threw the nightdress down, and my distinct lack of ability to do more than one thing at once, nearly resulted in the phone, mid text, being thrown down instead. Picking up a respectable T-shirt and throwing it on I finished the text...

"The Police are outside, I can hear the radio"

Sent.
Almost immediately I turned the light out (I couldn't draw attention to myself when I did pull the blind up) and pulled the blind up, craning to see. At first I thought they'd gone, but sense of not hearing an engine told me to look closer. It was then I spotted the car- dark in colour, blending into the night like a shadow...it must be an undercover car....with what looked like part of a yellow sticker on it...and old people's voices.

"Or a taxi!" I promptly text Gill.