How many times have you called the police?

[TommyNever]

Just a thread out of curiosity. I'm middle aged and have found cause to call the police four times in my life so far.

Once for an attempted burglary, once late at night when a woman in the street was screaming for help, and twice for street fights outside my house, when I lived in an unsavoury part of town.

Is that a more or less than average tally for the Mumsnet readership?

Many times!
To report street fights, dangerous driving, my violent ex, men smashing up cars, thefts etc. I used to live in a rough area 😅

Once.

I witnessed an accident caused by someone who crashed while drink driving. I had to give evidence in court and at the subsequent appeal.

I think around 15, I lived in a rough area for several years where most of them wracked up.

For personal reasons, none

For incidents that happened at work? Lost count 😂

Once for a dog running about on a busy dual carriageway

once when a student party kept me up for hours and I live in a rural area on my own and I was afraid to go out to talk to them ( throwing bottles and fighting)

RTC
Burglary
Sexual assault- In France- that was interesting to try and explain!
Domestic violence next door
Transport police for kids trespassing on railway line chucking bricks through windows
Another RTC

Unfortunately our neighbours is dangerous and hostile.

Multiple times... my father carries a panic alarm

4 times I think.
Once because we were driving behind someone who was swerving all over the road.
Once because several sheep were wandering over a busy rural A road.
Once because a random drunk/stoned guy climbed over our garden wall and fell 10 feet through a load of thorny roses.
Once because some scammy 'roof repairers' knocked on DMum's front door and wouldn't take no for an answer.

Once when I was a child age about 8, me and a friend were playing out when we heard a woman and man arguing in their house, seconds later woman ran out of the house face covered in blood screaming help man dragged her by the hair back inside, we ran to the phone box round the corner as quick as we could and phoned the police then sat on the wall over the road from the house to make sure they came, After the police turned up we proudly went home to tell our mums what we done.

Twice. Once when a horse was running free down the middle of the road. The other time was when I found a woman laying at the side of the road after she had been hit by a car and they had driven off and left her there.

Oh I forgot about the time I realised I hadn't seen the old man that lived a few doors down for a few days. The poor man had been laying on his floor after a fall for 24 hours. I felt so bad that I hadn't realised before then.

I've thought of a third time. We were out walking our dog and a tree just randomly decided to fall across the main Intercity railway track right in front of us. It was proper Railway Children! I was on the phone trying to get the call handler to contact whoever needed contacting to stop the trains, but she could NOT grasp where the tree had fallen and kept asking for a postcode even though we were in a bloody field about half a mile from the nearest houses and I had told her so repeatedly, and then a train came. DH was madly waving at the driver to stop - luckily he did brake enough that although he hit the tree, he did so reasonably slowly and didn't derail. We could have done with some red petticoats! The transport police would have been much more use, in retrospect, but I had no internet to look up the number.