A local police officer got quite a surprise this morning. Mind you, I was surprised too. I was trundling around the Olympic park a few days ago when two boys decided it would be funny to try to wind me up by calling me all kinds of insulting things. I get it quite regularly, of course, but nonetheless I don’t see why I should put up with it. I took umbrage, and headed for the park security office to ask if they could do anything about it. They took my details, including my address, and it was left at that: grievance registered, I assumed I would hear nothing more about it.

This morning, however, I was watching breakfast tv waiting for Serkan to arrive when I heard my doorbell ring. I was surprised- who would be calling on me at that time? I went and opened my front door to see a police man there, asking to talk to me. I doubt he was prepared for the sight of a cripple in only his underwear, but I invited him in anyway. The Olympic park security staff had apparently reported the incident last week to the police, and the officer had come to ask me about it. I told him what I could remember, of course, but the episode had been so fleeting that I couldn’t give him much detail.

This might well have been an issue of box ticking and going through the correct motions, but all the same I’m glad to see that the park staff had taken what I told them seriously. Trouble making, bullying kids are all too easy to ignore. I don’t see why I should have to take the shit they give me, and I’m glad to see someone agrees.