Today was the last day of
my little break, and I woke with something of a sulk. My hopes
weren't high for today. Having had snow at the weekend we are now in
that horrible stage. Other parts of the world have snow for months on
end and cope well. That's because they have snow. Powdery stuff that
stays frozen and powdery. What we have doesn't stay frozen. It melts
during the day time and re-freezes at night. So we now don't have
snow any more. We have sheets of ice everywhere.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" and Sid came to visit, and after
a bit of brekkie we went on a dog walk. And the world was just as I
thought it would be. The parts where few people had walked were fine
- Viccy park, the co-op field, Bowen's Field were lovely. But
Christchurch Road and Beaver Road were like ice rinks.
Once home we had a quick
cuppa, before "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and Sid went off on a mission. Fudge and I dozed in front of the
telly for a while, then in a fit of feeling public spirited I got a
shovel and broke and scraped the ice from the pavement in front of
the house. No one else seems to have done this, but it only took half
an hour, and it was something I could do. I then wandered round to
Asda to get some shopping. Dull, but it needed doing. I say
"wandered" - "slipped and skidded"
would be a more accurate description. On the way I popped in to Pets
at Home to look at their tropical fish. I thought they were rather
expensive, but I suspect that tropical fish are expensive these days.
Back home, where I got
tea on the go. Cooking isn't my strong suit, but I can boil up scran
when I have to. I'd rather not, but I can. And I had a look on
Facebook. It would seem for every child that has taken the
opportunity to enjoy the snow, another has taken the opportunity for
uncontrolled thuggery. There is a world of difference between lobbing
loose snow in the general direction of your mates, and deliberately
targeting innocent bystanders with compacted ice. One such innocent
bystander has apparently harangued his assailants and was seriously
assaulted for his troubles. And
this happened locally.
On
reflection I can't say I'm surprised. Shocked, definitely. But
surprised? The thug element must be having a field day. It's easy to
make an ice ball at the moment. And there is nothing to stop them
hurling it where they like. There was a brat flinging ice balls from
the church garden up the road at passing traffic yesterday. These
thugs do whatever they please. And get away with it with no fear of
retribution.
I haven't seen a copper
down my road since the Olympic Flame came through last July. The
community support CHIMPS (Can't Help In Most Police Situations)
are no good - (they came to a community meeting a few years ago
and were almost reduced to tears). Schools are demonstrably
powerless (and unwilling) to discipline the brats.
When
vigilante groups start up and these brats go home having received
serious slaps, I for one won't be surprised...
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