Don't you love a police horse? Chosen for size - so huge, lustrous beasts, with velvety noses the size of Dawn French. Anyway they do clip clop around and not just at football matches - but I'd never seen them do anything. Until yesterday.
Two big beasts appear and plod along the street, straddled by creatures in high visibility jackets. Lovely chestnut coats surmounted by neon yellow - eeek. Like a bad trip. A pink cyclist is tootling down the other way. The horses both stop. One of the riders extends a languid arm. "Stop" he says.
The cyclist looks up in complete surprise.
"One way street", says the policemna, finally, as if wakening from a long sleep.
The cyclist giggles - incredulity blended with nerves. We the passerbys boil with righteous indignation at the heinousness of her crime. Pray note that that's not altogether sarcastic. Cyclists that ignore the highway code are, simply, arseholes. But that's a pedestrian perspective.
"I'll dismount and walk" she offers, finally. Which she does, in haste and very quickly, head down.
That's right, Pinkie. Walk of shame.
So much to be said for zero tolerance.
Love, M&T xx
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