I admit to having a pretty ****ty week off.
Tonight, we decided to have a rare take-away, so myself, mrs SL + daughter and bf, walked down the road for a pint before we collected the food. I needed to call at the cash machine so I did a slight detour while the others walked on.
The cash machine's on a well-lit main road, outside a spar shop that was still open, so the fact that there were about 20 teenagers congregating didnt bother me.
It was only when i put my card in that they started to huddle around me, looking over my shoulder and even climbing onto a bricked flower bed to see what I was doing (as stated by my wife who saw it all).
I wasn't going to be intimidated and carried on with my transaction and nothing was said by any of the gang.
When I got to the pub, my wife relayed her version of events and was concerned that it might have ended up being a repeat of a previous incident (in 2006 I was beaten unconscious by a gang of youths - i prefer to call then [email protected]
So, while i was in the pub, I called the police.
It wasnt an emergency so i dialled 101. I was on the phone for 45 minutes without any response from a human. The gang had dispersed by this point, so I hung up.
I've emailed the plod to let them know about the incident but, ffs, this will end in tears for someone before they treat it as a priority.
And the 5 minute cycle of "Your call is important to us...." Well......