Hubby was a Civil Servant not the tea drinking, pen pushing stereotype (who probably no longer exists) but a warrant carrying, door knocking down, covert servalance type.
He carried a warrant written on parchment and was written partly in old English. It stated he was a servant and officer of the queen and he could call on the police and the like for assistance in carrying out his duties.
He certainly was a servant to his job and would often be whisked off by a high powered car in the middle of the night often not to be seen again for a few days! The cars were usually their own cars as those provided by the department were never powerful enough! They also had huge ariel’s on for their radios so stuck out like sore thumbs. I never new where he was. He travelled the world, Paskistan, the borders of Afghanistan, Russia, South Africa, Norway, Sweden, and Northern Ireland,plus many other places. He assures me it was not glamorous, but from my point of view bringing up three children and doing the day to day, it was.
He had a long, varied and at times dangerous career as a civil servant. Hours of surveillance in a van or a handy house was not unusual…. nor was using a sledgehammer as a door key to gain entrance to premises ! I believe the sledgehammer has been superseded by a new metal door opener! Probably more effective and less messy!
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