When it all started

I walked into the solicitors office knowing that I would bump into all my old colleagues and that there would be that awkward moment of trying to explain what was happening and why I was there.

The first person I saw when I walked into the main lobby was the senior partner, we did the obligatory pleasantries and I was sent downstairs into the boardroom. No doubt this was to avoid me bumping into anyone and saving me from embarrassing questions.

The police had still not produced standard disclosure, so there was very little that I could be advised on. I was asked to explain exactly what had happened at my flat and the police station on the day of the arrest. They explained that they had the notes from the solicitor who had attended the police station but they needed to know my account of events and needed to know all the details.

I didn't have a clue where to start!! I was told to start from when I opened the door to the police.

So, here goes - 

I heard the faint sound of my front door buzzer as I turned in my bed, the buzzing  continued and in my sleepy haze I reached for my mobile phone from my bedside table and looked at the time, 6.45am. 

Who the hell would be calling at this time of the morning?

I knew it couldn't be the postman, he wasn't that efficient, I tried to remember if I had blocked any of the other residents with my car, no, the car had been taken by my business partner the previous night as there had been no parking. It must be a mistake, the person must have the wrong buzzer. 

There was no way I was going to get out of my bed at 6.45am to direct them to the right buzzer. I turned over and pulled the covers over my head.

I must have been entering a deep sleep when I heard knocking on my front door, it wasn't so much knocking it was a loud thundering banging. There was no choice, I had to open it,the person had managed to get through the communal  front door so there must have been a problem or an issue of some sort.

I walked to the front door still in my sleepy haze but angry that I had been woken up at such a ridiculous time and opened the door.

In the corridor stood a woman and what looked like 4 men, as soon as the door had opened they began shouting, confusing things like ‘open the door’ ‘dont move’ and they were all walking into the flat. I admit, I was dumb struck, I didn't cry or shout or actually do anything, I stood still urging my brain to get into gear. It was a strange sensation, I felt as though I was underwater, i couldn't hear anything, everything was a jumble.