Last night on the way home I called in at the chemist to inform them that my drug supply was running low. They had given me a date during next week for my next top-up. That is too late. I used up the last weekly ones on Saturday. I walked along the street and into the shop. To get to the dispensing counter I passed someone on the phone talking about the price of some of the cosmetics packs. It's mothering Sunday next weekend so that wasn't a surprise. When I got to the counter the staff were very distracted. I heard one of them say "The police have got him" and "He's thrown the bag back into the shop". As I approached the shop I had noticed nothing suspicious - don't ever ask me to join neighbourhood watch - I'd be useless. Now there were blue lights flashing outside. As I left it was very obvious that an arrest was in progress - even to me!
I remember once asking a question in a sermon and promising I would answer it later. Having got the congregation to vote, they were clearly expecting an answer. However time was moving on so I cut out the piece with the answer in it. Imagine the disappointment. After the service I didn't need to imagine it - there were plenty there to tell me exactly how disappointed they were.
So I'd better get back to the question. I asked Liz as soon as I arrived home. Her answer: "4". Just about right, but as I was walking away another car arrived with two more!
I'm all for justice, shoplifters should be prosecuted, but is it really necessary to have 6 policemen at the scene of the arrest?
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