And foxes might fly...

On Wednesday evening our local police officer was meant to discuss with residents how best to tackle drug abuse, burglary and other crime on our inner London estate. He didn't show, despite having a month's notice to make the meeting. Why not? Because he was moved to Parliament Square to control people running riot over the withdrawl of their privilege to hunt foxes with dogs. While these people whinge about no longer being able to trample all over people's property with the excuse that they want to savage an animal that eats their rats, I have to walk past urine on the stairwell and abusive children every day. How bad did they say the countryside is being treated?