Phew. And boo. The Commonwealth Games are over and I’m both relieved (nothing bad happened) and sad (it was all so exciting!). And I think we all in the police did brilliantly, if I say so myself.

We created at least 8 briefings per day, just in case the bosses ran out of updates to read; the number of completely identical maps produced by different departments was very impressive; and there were even some beat officers who, having no access to public loos and being on duty for so many hours without a break, were forced literally to relieve themselves. They did ask their managers if they could maybe take a quick ‘comfort break’, but apparently were denied. It was odd but when we were told about this at the morning briefing, it was one of the few times my Sergeant said nothing. He looked angry though.

Meanwhile, I turned 10 years old yesterday!! I knew nothing about this until my Sergeant gave me a dentastix (wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or offended) which was tasty. My Sergeant called me Slobadog Milosevic before wiping me down – not sure who that is, to be honest.

So now the Games and my birthday are over, I suppose I can catch up with some sleep, although I’ll miss all the activity, running from pillar to post, sniffing and marking same. On the bright side, we have the Ryder Cup to look forward to!!! Very excited.

Next week: Otto’s top 10 songs (spoiler alert: Led Zeppelin is in the top 5, for obvious reasons)