When I was in Bob's Caff earlier, Donna's resignation letter "accidentally fell" out of her bag.
I'm ashamed to say that curiosity got the better of me, and I ended up taking a sneaky little peek ...
Dear Policey-coppers.
I hereby wish to tender my resignation as the main bobbie with your force.
My reasons are as follows:
Firstly, I have unfortunately contracted truncheon cancer and expect to duly pop my clogs any day now.
I must stress however that this is extremely confidential information, so please don’t tell pointy-Bob or April.
Secondly, I feel you have taken advantage of my good nature for quite long enough thank you very much.
None more so than all those endless months when myself and Ross (the other one) were the only two coppers in all of Yorkshire.
I appreciate the force has had to deal with cutbacks, but expecting just the two of us to uphold law and order across an entire county was a bit of a bloody cheek I feel, and was probably the reason why I ended up cheating on Marvin with him in the back of the van that time.
Incidentally, and on an entirely unrelated note, should you at any time in the future find any jewels or bags of cocaine missing from the evidence room down at Hotten nick, then please let it be known that it is absolutely bugger all to do with me.
Yours sincerely,
Donna Kebab.