It’s not even a very nice police station – not that I was expecting Laura Ashley curtains and a chic Chesterfield sofa, of course. The only positive thing to say about this experience is that I’m not here because I’ve been arrested, although it was a close thing. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to persuade a foreign police officer that you’re totally innocent when he’s personally witnessed you hunting down two separate people and attempting to grapple them to the ground. Fortunately, though, he believed my story as there have been similar reports about a boy fitting the description of the one who stole my necklace. Not that that prompted him to run, Jason Bourne-style, after the perpetrator. He just gave me directions to the police station, where I have to report the necklace stolen for insurance purposes. Which I can’t help thinking means they’re not likely to throw all available resources at this case.
