Voyeuristic Shirkers Observing Felonies,

It was a misty day. It rained steadily throughout, evaporating as quickly as it fell. The droplets were reasonably big.

I made a delivery to Buckhaven before travelling to Leven High Street, all on foot. I bought some rolls, oranges, passion fruits, fruit juice and clothes hangers.

The hangers would be necessary for the large-scale tidy-up of my quarters. A tidy-up was necessary because of my efficient laundry system and all the new green things.

I continued the tidy-up with some dusting and vacuuming. I did lazy dusting – used the brush attachment on the vacuum cleaner. I did use a slightly damp cloth for some areas. It’s all part of my paradoxical anti-chemicals stance. I probably smell.

The powers that be have again been debating what song should be Scotland’s national anthem. They have failed yet again to realise that it should either be Judy and the Dream of Horses or that they should borrow Lard’s Mull of Kintyre 7” and play it at the appropriate junctures.

The raid finally came. There is a family in our street, in which, neither of the two parents work, but, by all accounts, the children can buy and sell their classmates and the family, as a whole, seem to splurge lavishly. The obvious source is drugs. The clues were all there: frequent changes of car (used for strange journeys at strange times), a red van regularly visits, and all kinds of lowlifes showed up in the middle of the night and were led into his shed. The police have made numerous visits to the house during the few years that they’ve lived in our street, but they’ve never really gone further; he must have been able to hide the evidence on all those occasions – including torching the cannabis plantation, to the delight of the cul-de-sac, before one of these visits. This time, CID had appeared to have staked out the delivery van and followed it back to the house in an unmarked vehicle. Loads of constables then descended from vans and cars. They appeared to leave nothing uncovered. The parents were taken away in the van. In this case, I have no sympathy for the children; they revel in the drug money and are rather brazen in their pursuits.