(I wonder if you can be arrested for verbally abusing a policeman. I wasn’t.)
And then there was the letter I found in my mailbox when I got back. It raised an old ghost come back to taunt and prod and make one fretful. And how are you supposed to make a decision between two options when they both carry risks of most unwelcome consequence and you wouldn’t know how to read a crystal ball even if you had one? Follow your instinct and try to get your Will witnessed as soon as possible, I suppose.
I reckon my food intake has been around 80% fat today, which isn’t good, but at least some of it was served by a delightful young Pakistani woman. That’s one of the very few things I like about cities – the cosmopolitan human landscape. All those colours and cultures mingling in peace. Where I live it’s all tedious monochrome and conservative Albion.
But I did get my dog fix – a Schnauzer this time. She had character (and a very fine beard.)