garden and was approached by two northern dirt bags who claimed to be selling dish cloths as part of some kind of rehabilitation scheme having been recently released from prison (you know the thing).

My wife is a very polite and gentle person and when she very politely declined they became surly and threatening in their demeanour. She saw them later knocking on doors and looking through windows. Until 10 years ago we had a beat copper and he would be onto these ****s as soon as they set foot off the train. He's gone now of course and there appears to be no money to replace him.