The Beat Bobby

Once as a child I left my tricycle outside a shop and went home without it. The local policeman walking his beat later found it thrown over onto the railway embankment and took time to ask around to find out who it belonged to, and knock at our door to tell us where it could be claimed.

My mother had the fright of her life when he called, not knowing I'd lost the trike (which had the essential tin box shaped like a bread-bin on the back, for filling with stones!).

Nowadays its common to hear that police are too busy to investigate some crimes, which makes the bobby's efforts to find out who owned a tricycle all the more unlikely to happen these days.

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