The dogs were barking. I struggled out of the darkness of sleep, rolling onto my back. Lights. Car headlights and there’s
someone at the door with a torch. They’re banging on the door and a man’s voice calls, “Hello?” What time is it? 3:45am. Mummy mumbled from her bed, “Chantel, what are you doing?” I better wake her up, get Daddy or something, somebody’s at the door in the middle of the night and that can’t be good. “Sshh!” I hissed to Sparkie, who was still barking as I unzipped my sleeping bag. My socked feet padded almost silently down the hall. Mummy’s stumbling to her feet when I get there. “Mummy, someone’s at the door,” I whispered. She looked at me blankly, still mostly asleep. “Someone’s at the door!” I said louder. Mummy peered out the window and said, “It’s the police.” Wha…? My thoughts were making even less sense than the situation. Mummy went to the door and I followed, shivering. It had to be about 5 degrees and I wasn’t wearing my jacket. Mummy opens the door, apologizes for taking so long. I held my breath. “We’re just wondering if you’re ok.” What? I realize the dogs have gone quiet. Sparkie’s curled up and gone back to sleep. I wished I could join her, but instead I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered why I wasn’t putting on my jacket. The police asked for ID, and Mummy had to get the wallet out of the van. An icy breeze was blowing in the door and I wrapped my arms around myself. When Mummy came back and closed the door, and I heard the police car drive off, I asked through chattering teeth, “Wh-what did th-they want?” “They wanted to see if we were…ok.” What the frell? The police had said we were allowed to camp here; they just wanted to know if we were ok.“Well, we were, until they woke us all up,” I said, laughing at the craziness of it.
someone at the door with a torch. They’re banging on the door and a man’s voice calls, “Hello?” What time is it? 3:45am. Mummy mumbled from her bed, “Chantel, what are you doing?” I better wake her up, get Daddy or something, somebody’s at the door in the middle of the night and that can’t be good. “Sshh!” I hissed to Sparkie, who was still barking as I unzipped my sleeping bag. My socked feet padded almost silently down the hall. Mummy’s stumbling to her feet when I get there. “Mummy, someone’s at the door,” I whispered. She looked at me blankly, still mostly asleep. “Someone’s at the door!” I said louder. Mummy peered out the window and said, “It’s the police.” Wha…? My thoughts were making even less sense than the situation. Mummy went to the door and I followed, shivering. It had to be about 5 degrees and I wasn’t wearing my jacket. Mummy opens the door, apologizes for taking so long. I held my breath. “We’re just wondering if you’re ok.” What? I realize the dogs have gone quiet. Sparkie’s curled up and gone back to sleep. I wished I could join her, but instead I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered why I wasn’t putting on my jacket. The police asked for ID, and Mummy had to get the wallet out of the van. An icy breeze was blowing in the door and I wrapped my arms around myself. When Mummy came back and closed the door, and I heard the police car drive off, I asked through chattering teeth, “Wh-what did th-they want?” “They wanted to see if we were…ok.” What the frell? The police had said we were allowed to camp here; they just wanted to know if we were ok.“Well, we were, until they woke us all up,” I said, laughing at the craziness of it.