Now, I don't agree that calling all Police (or any group for that matter) Twats as such, but some of the comments here, for and against the OP, are really out of order. Some of the "no smoke without fire" stuff sounds just a bit too Daily Mail for my liking.
Now, I can say I have had awful experience with a certain Police force, whom I had enough of to the point I went to the IPCC.
I lived in a house a few years back, and with my youngest very ill in SCBU, I was not myself. I was depressed, we had money worries, and my eldest was at that toddler stage of being loud and throwing massive screaming fits for not much reason. I could turn Beebies off and she'd go mental.
Anyway, there was a neighbour next door who was, frankly, batty, and made our lives and two of our other neighbouring households lives hell. Everytime my daughter threw a screaming fit, or cried in the night, or so much as stamped her feet, she'd call the Police in. In the 9 months we lived there, she complained constantly and 26 times they came out to our home using varying degrees of force. Some would come in, look around and leave. Others were plain sadistic. She did the same to my neighbour on the other side, and the one to the other side of her too. The Police didn't have the sense to think "well, she's batty, she needs to be arrested for wasting Police time". They just followed up near on every phone call she made. At a time when I wasn't well, I did not need that on top, but we couldn't afford to move.
She was so nasty that, when my son came home on Oxygen support, she complained to the Police about the noise of his Oxygen machine.
The worst time was when my partner went out one morning to buy some milk, and I had both the kids upstairs with me while I got dressed. The next thing I knew, when I was walking down the stairs, they kicked my door off, and stormed in, shouting in my daughters face to get down, and shouting at me to drop what I had in my hands- my son. I cried and shouted that I couldn't it was a baby and begged them to stop scaring my little girl (who is still petrified of men in uniform and is now 5), but they had been told someone was shouting in the house threatening to kill me. They asked repeatedly where my partner was, and when he came home (the shop was on the corner and he knew where the cars were going so ran down to our house) they wouldn't let him in saying a male, the partner of the woman inside, was trying to kill her. He was so cross with them and shouted "I am her partner, let me in". They never paid or apologised for the damage to the door, which we were forced to pay for when we moved out. They were such cowards that, when they had to deliver a sheet of paper regarding the door being kicked off, they did so at 6am and ran to their car.
In the end, two weekends in a row, she rang the Police and I had had enough. I was on anti depressants and had enough to the point I'd told my Doctor to section me, anything to get away from this repeated harassment. When they came in the first weekend, I was accused of hitting my daughter in the garden- we'd been out all day (which we did most days to get out of that street) and had been home for less than 20 minutes so God knows when I was meant to have done this. She was asleep still in the double buggy. I was sat on the stairs, no weapons or anything, and 6 Police males came running at me up the stairs, grabbing my hair, my feet and my arms, I was then dragged down a flight of wooden stairs face first, was covered in bruising, and one male put his hand up my skirt. They put velcro straps around my feet and legs too, God knows why as I was so shocked by what was going on I had no time to react even if I'd wanted to. My partner and children were shut in the garden and a Police woman leant on the door- my daughter was screaming in fear.
That evening, I was kept in a cell from 5pm until 3am and then let out, no charges, nothing, with no shoes on. I had to walk uphill barefoot.
When I got home, I made my complaint, and the next weekend, the same bunchappeared, this time they smacked my head off a table, gave no reasons for arresting me at all, I was pepper sprayed in the face when I opened the door (so thank God my daughter wasn't with me), and then dragged to the Police station, with one Police woman telling me I was a "complaining little shit, like that will do anything".
On reaching the station I was told I was being arrested for breach of the peace, but the neighbours near me all wrote statements backing me that nothing had gone on. In court the Magistrate was disgusted, and suggested my treatment needed to be looked into. They even said that two of the Police statements differed entirely to the rest, so they couldn't even get their lies together. I still to this day believe they arrested me over the complaint. All those I complained about were either sacked or demoted (one of them now works as a Community Police woman in my local centre).
I never, ever had had any dealings with Police before any of this, and it really made me not trust them. There was no excuse for their behavior towards me. I was told that the neighbour was arrested for wasting Police time and cautioned, but that should have been done prior to my family and I having to go through it all.
Not all Police Forces are like these guys, in fact, the guys who later came to talk with me about my complaint were lovely and couldn't have apologised more. BUT the few who let the side down spoil the Public's perception- you only have to look at the Stephen Tompkinson case to prove that.