Hope sprang this afternoon after I hobbled home from my walk around the various town banks. Being the Sabbath the banks are closed and I merely looked in the windows and allowed myself to dream for a moment. Having done so I made my way home to my cocoa when I espied the fuzz parked outside the park! Hooray I thought, a raid! Visions of armour clad polis waving large truncheons practicing for Olympic duty crossed my mind. As I approached I was disappointed to note only one vehicle parked there. I was more disappointed when five custodians of the law sauntered from the park, no adolescent brutes gathered, no blood on their truncheons and no sign of removal of the half grown miscreants! It appears a mere general enquiry was under way, no arrests, no reason to whine to the council, no chance of closing the park to the screeching brats, no happy thoughts after all.
Still, one day.....
I had wandered out after a morning filled with rain hammering onto the dirty window panes, an afternoon watching Celtic taking Rangers apart while avoiding shouting 'Third Division, you're having a laff' at them. I followed this giggle by sniggering my way through Hibernian's feeble attempt to defeat a poor St Mirren side. Oh the satisfaction of knowing that by the grace of God I was born into the Heart of Midlothian family, such joy! Sometimes I sympathise with those lesser people not of such a privelaged life. The rain ceasing offered an opportunity to see the outside world once again. Sadly it had closed and I merely spent my time as windowlicker outside the various banks. One day I will actually be allowed inside one.