All Of Me... Loves All of Me

I have decided that in the light of the current hysteria sweeping social media, that I shall fly my drone above my head at all times to ensure that I remain safe whilst prowling the streets at night peering in people's windows. 

In other news, as a result of the social media onslaught, I discovered this really cool thing on my phone.  

If I click the power button five times in a row - a bloody great big alarm starts ringing and then the bloody phone calls 999 all by itself, whilst giving you a three-second warning to stop it, all the while the phone sounds like a nuclear alarm going AWOL

Now I'm not 100% convinced that that is going to save me when I'm being attacked in the street - It may allow the police to hear me being murdered, but if you do it in the house it's a really great way to get your heart beat racing and make your fingers and brain work in conjunction to switch the bloody thing off before the police turn up at the door. 


NOTE:  I am not belittling the horror of the murder this week.  I am trying to put it in context.  People do get murdered.  There are bad police. Some men are bad.  (Also Some women).  There are also killer sharks in the sea - but that doesn't stop me sticking my toes in.