My father was a cop for twenty five years - we lived in a police house, with the door painted blue. the other policemen were in and out of the house.   the talk was generally of police work.

I got used to other people being snotty and ill informed about my father's work. Also I got used to the need to insult and trivial bollocks being the substance of most complaints.

My house was burgled twice and I received on both occasions, good treatment from the police who dealt with me - and caught the perpetrators on both occasions.

I wasn't aware I had insulted you - unless you are a tax inspector specialising in tormenting the poor, an artist working in the medium of dogshit, or an expert on education who has never worked in a classroom. If you are, I suppose you are to be congratulated at finding an easier way of earning a living than working as a policeman.