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| Not actual police involved – Photo from Muster 2010 |
I called the police today. We’d had a report in the office from a neighbour that an elderly gentleman who had recently come home from hospital hadn’t been seen in days. FOUR to be exact. Concerned for his welfare they called us. I asked if they had spoken to the police and when they said no, they didn’t want to bother them, I took the details myself.
And I called.
When the phone was answered at my local police station I spoke to the communications receptionist. She asked a number of questions regarding the situation and finally asked if we had a key. Yes, I said. We do. Could you be on site to let police in if there was determined to be the need. Ahhh, yes. I said hesitantly not wanting to but wanting to help out.
Acutally she said. Why don’t you go and check it out and if there is a porblem, give us a call and someone will attend. I said nothing. I froze. Stuttering my response which was something along the lines of… But, but, but. Good she said. Thank you. Bye.
And I was left to do the investigating. I have roped the other property manager in. We have the key. My concern is that the problem, she refers to, may in fact be a perished {for lack of a better, less blunt than DEAD word} man at the flat who may or may not have been that way for four days. Excuse the visual but this is QUEENSLAND. Urgh. No thanks. But I’ll go, because I’d never live with myself if he was injured or something in there and I didn’t.
I would have thought maybe they would feel the same way! Heeellloooo. So yeah. Thanks Police Communications! So much for your plea to look out for elderly neighbours on the news recently. The very same news that gave the directive to call the police if there was something not right. Turns out you didn’t mean it.
You meant call us if their dead.
**edited to add – all is well – his neighbour met me at the gate. Phew!
**edited to add – all is well – his neighbour met me at the gate. Phew!
Suger 
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