I used to enjoy a lovely morning walk as part of my whenever routine. However,lately there has been an early morning crime spike on all three of my preferred routes. Route "A" has produced a violent car park robbery,courtesy of a mystery duo.Route "B" has been host to an unprovoked double stabbing by a lone youth and route "C" was the venue for a plain old merciless beating conducted by another mystery duo. Two's company,three's a crime. One boy on his own can act with venomous alacrity. The fact that all these acts against the law took place between the hours of 6am to 8am is shocking to me.I hope it is shocking to all of you. Some of you may have noticed my mood has turned a bit tardy of late,this is partly the reason. I did so used to enjoy my twilight walks,the joy of animal watching was a boon to my well being,but at some point the ratio of spotting junkie groupings over animal life tipped the scale down into the negative. The digestion of their presence became intolerable to me and my constitution was not up to coping with this diet of event desolation and interactive disappointment. It is not as enjoyable an experience being menaced by group of desperate slaves to the fix, as say, happenchancing upon a Duck or an Owl or a Pussycat. I miss talking to the Pussycats most of all.Those feline darlings do convey the most unintelligible yet entertaining tiny tales to the ears of a weary traveler. I would often bump into one on the way back from the all night garage. Maybe they were attracted by the smell of chocolate. Thank you for reading and may you yourself be blessed with the near evangelical calm of a Sunday in Autumn. I only rambled because I can't ramble no more.