a call to my son as soon as I was on the train, having made a call not long before leaving Gerry's. I came to sitting in a black cab, feeling very drowsy. I looked around me and believed the cab was driving down Tottenham Court Road. I noticed a squad car behind the cab. I realized my black leather shoulder bag and a plastic bag I had had with me all day were missing. I asked the cab driver where we were going;  he told me we were heading for King's Cross station. I asked him where my bags were. He became abusive and told me I had brought no bags with me. He drew the cab up. I saw that the police car had also drawn up some yards behind us. The cab driver got out of the cab, as did I.  Two policemen had already got out of their car and walked towards me. The one on my right pointed a hand at me and said 'Fuck off Sir'. Both then turned around and walked back to their vehicle.  This in itself is extraordinary behaviour. I got back into the cab and continued the journey. I took the next train from King's Cross to Peterborough and then on to my home in Bourne, Lincolnshire. I admittedly made a fundamental mistake here, I should have gone on to a hospital and had a blood test done. This raises the question as to how did the cab driver knew