So, we were returning from the opera last night (Magic Flute at the ENO – marvellous, but wish the ENO wasn’t so cramped and stuffy, especially at high altitude). There were three squad cars – one with dogs – parked in Queens Road and lots of officers milling in the garden of the oldies’ day centre. The crackwhorehouse was very quiet, and there were helicopters buzzing overhead well into the night. Mr P noticed lots of police vans and cars idling about on Meeting House Lane as he drove Granny home.
This morning the helicopters were buzzing again just before 8am, and lookouts were guarding the street corners around gangsta HQ. The Shop That Never Opens was shut, surprisingly. Well, it has been open for three days on the trot, and I think I saw a customer in there the other day.