to be pissed off that the police just knocked at my door?

[bogeyface]

Because they got the wrong street and by the way they acted and what they said, a woman is in terror waiting for them. They had to drive past her road to get to mine :(

As someone who had to call the police due to domestic violence once, I know the drill and they followed that to the letter, they asked if X lived here and I said no, and they checked the address and they had the right number, wrong road. Similarish sounding name I suppose, but it wasnt like she was on High Street and I was on High Road or something.

I cant help thinking and worrying about that poor woman, every second is a lifetime when you are fearing for your life :(

I had 2 visits in a month once for domestic violence incidents. Both must have been in the road in the next town..I've always wondered if they ever turned up there!

I had the police at my door twice looking for --A (ie my house number+A)
I told them that number did not exist, they insisted they were correct, I told them they were wrong. Then they asked if -(gave me the full name) was there?
I wasn't hiding anyone! But they took a lot of convincing!

Had them at my door a couple of times for random things; always scares the living bejeezus out of me - my dh is in the job and a visit like that can mean that he's not coming home again.

Well thats the other thing Tapir, DH has a very troubled son (well, I say troubled, he is a violent fuck up who has threatened me, his dad and the baby with death) and a knock like that could mean that he is in serious trouble or dead.

Someone rang the police (I've a good idea who, and she fucking knew where I was) and reported me missing once, they kicked my door in and managed to smash the plates I'd left on the side.

Then rang me to ask where I was.

I was like.. Could you not have rang me before breaking in to my house?

They know where my mum lives (I was at hers for a week) because I got arrested once and when they let me go the bloke on the desk looked at the PC and said "Don't be running off up north to your mums incase we need to speak to you again.

Here's a funny one. My phone did a weird thing a few years ago where it kept making a strange noise and when we picked it up we could hear crackles and faint voices. A little while later, same evening, our buzzer went and when DH answered he said 'oh, it's the police'. We lived on the fourth floor so he buzzed them in then walked downstairs to them.

Two officers introduced themselves and said they'd had several calls from our number to 999 but no one had spoken so they were checking that we were ok. DH was mystified but said our phone had been messing about and perhaps that's how it had happened. The officers asked if anyone else lived at the address. He said yes, his partner (me) who was in the flat. The PC said, 'What, up all those stairs?', shrugged, and they both left

We hadn't called them and have no idea what was going on with our phone that day. But I was really shocked that they could do a 'welfare visit' but not carry it through because there were too many stairs. For all they knew DH had been beating the crap out of me and I'd managed to get to the phone a couple of times.

I went on to work for them within the DA Unit and had this occurred then I would have hit the bloody roof.

That's pretty shocking Tyranny no wonder so many women are let down.

I had the police turn up 2/3 times last year , the first time me and my son had been ill all week so the house wasnt at its best , They knocked on said they had suspicions of me having drugs on the premises and proceeded to trash my house while searching for therse drugs (i dont do drugs and i certainly dont deal them) they didnt find anything so they apologised and left me with the mess.
The second time was about 4 in the morning they were hammering on the door so i answered apparently they had a call that i were in danger (domestic violence from what i could gather) they came in and asked who was at home with me so i said me and my son as oh was at work at which point my oh came down the stairs(i didnt even notice he was home) wondering what the hell was going on at which point the female officer asked to speak to me alone and gave a whole speach on how i didnt have to protect him , they didnt beleive that i had not rung them and they eventually left over an hour later and said they would be back to check on me the next day .
The 3rd time they thought i were harbouring a criminal and they trashed my house yet again in the process of looking for said criminal.
Its safe to say i really dont like the police !

Last year somebody gave my address to the police as their place of residence. I answered a knock at the door and there were 2 policemen asking by name for a woman. They asked me if she lived there, I said no, it's just myself, my husband and children. They checked my address and it was definitely the one this woman had given them. They then apologised for disturbing me and left. I don't know if this lady had a history of giving false addresses or if they decided I was to naice to harbour wanted felons, but they didn't ask to come in and look around.