We've discussed this, reactions to trauma and loss. But it's difficult to imagine JB being distracted by a well-meaning copper while his entire family (and two small boys) were in such terrible danger. Wouldn't he just be concerned with getting in there, damage limitation?
Jeremy was urging the police to go in, I understand. Jeremy had worked a 14 or 15 hour shift, he then had around 3 or 4 hours sleep before being woken by a phone call in the early hours. Once at WHF, he waited outside for - how many hours? - say, 5 or 6 hours? I would think any of us in that position would be exhausted and glad of a little distraction to help those long hours pass.
I accompanied my lovely daughter to hospital yesterday, where she had an endoscopy and biopsy. My poor babe, her specialist thinks she has either a very bad infection similar to TB or a chronic disease that, in some cases, can be quite serious. She will have her results in around 4-5 days.
That's on my mind most of the time, Shona, but I pushed it to the back of my mind for periods while I was in my office today. I've also pushed it into the background for a time while posting on here. The worry is never completely blocked, of course. My mind feels like a pressure cooker. Sometimes it overheats with worries, a valve blows somewere and I'm blubbing. Other times, something distracts me and the heat is turned down to a simmer for a time, yet one word is enough to have the pressure cooker overheating again. I've been so glad of the distraction offered by my job and the forum today. I don't believe we can blame Jeremy for responding to the officer's attempts to distract him, the need to switch off from stress is merely the way the mind works.