Harumph

You who do not habitually (some would say addictively) read The Herald it is your misfortune to have missed the excitement that commenced on Thursday July26 when I had a letter published. Yes my very first publication and yes in the comic relief last column (where else). Pretty exciting stuff Eh! So what a surprise to pick up the paper the very next day and discover there on the front cover a photo of Gail (you remember Gail) in the back yard at Putney, wearing the same shirt and surrounded by undergrowth that looked like I was the last person to mow it.
There she was in one of those journalists staged set ups, representing the human face of traditional suburbia being crushed by the crowding phenomena that is kissing off the quarter acre block. Well she had a very bad habit of upstaging me (or was it the other way around) whatever. I certainly didn’t appreciate this gross intrusion upon my day of glory and would tell her so if I could without the risk of ever seeing her again.
The irony of course is that whilst the reporter was placing anti development words in her ready to be used mouth, if developers were flies she would be leaving honey pots all over. Harumph!