No justice

Today we went to a fun day in aid of the Police Dependents Fund so that J could take a turn in the stocks and be pelted with wet sponges for charidy. The day comprehensively redefined the word 'fun'.

Ohmigod the rain. The wind. The driving rain. The grey skies. The rain. Once again the rain. The cold.

The coastguard were there, the fire service, the ambulance service and it was all so cold. I bought lots of raffle tickets out of sympathy for all the poor blighters in the pipe band, brass band and the poor soggy police dogs all the way up from Inverness. Last year they had it at the park at the top of the hill which was apparently in a patch of fog all day while the rest of the town bathed in sunshine. Like I said there is apparently no justice, even for the polis.