It’s June 2018, and I’m getting ready to host a charity football match on Sunday (10 June). What’s so special, you might ask, but match day marks the one-year anniversary of my escape from a very unusual situation.
At 4.20pm on Saturday, 10 June 2017, following a 999 call from my worried neighbours, police officers came to my home and arrested my girlfriend for grievous bodily harm, putting an end to months of abuse and suffering, and, I do believe, saved my life.
Nobody should ever go to work and not come home.
PC Jon Henry was murdered whilst on duty on 11 June 2007. I had to pick up his wife and share the devastating news.
It was the hardest jobs I have ever done in my life.
I was born in Luton and have always lived and worked in Bedfordshire. I was proud to join my local force, Bedfordshire Police, in 1990 to serve my community and to try and make a difference.
My parents owned a sports shop and wanted me to take over the family business, but I always knew that I wanted to be a police officer having been brought up watching TV programmes like Juliette Bravo and Cagney & Lacey; tough female role models who always managed to protect the public and lock up the baddies.