The Park Wanker and I Go on Strike

So strike action was called early yesterday, I did nothing, not a thing all day in the way of my usual taking care of my family.  The jury is out on whether it had any effect, but I made my point and now will move on.  Life is too short, WAY too short for unpleasantness and not cooking dinner for people.
Around lunchtime I got a text from Emily saying the wanker was doing his thang once again in the park.  I didn't have a car and told her to ring the police.  She didn't, she has a fear of them since her arrest etc.  So I rang them and told them he was at it again and could they get someone up there, but I didn't think they would bother as they brushed me off the last time I rang them.  Next thing, I'm sitting at my desk in here, which faces out onto the street and a car pulls up out the front and out gets Emily, followed by three suits and a uniform.  They had converged on the park after my call, Em said there was like five police cars plus the unmarked ones.  She had taken a photo of the wanker and the cops got her to print it out, and were very serious in telling me that this was a crime etc etc.  Yeah right, I know that so why didn't they do something the first time I called them?  He obviously isn't the person they first thought who had escaped his "carer".  I'm not worried about Em, she's probably seen worse on the internet, and she would be very adept at protecting herself if confronted, but what about the little kids who use that park?  It's a bloody tourist landmark thingy, with all those cricketters' heads there too, what would our Don Bradman think about a loony wanking all over his statue?  I shudder to think.
I spent some time scanning a whole lot of old photos from my time with Matt, and emailed them to him.  Brought back so many memories, and feelings for both of us.  He and Kate are now in touch with each other which is the whole reason I reconnected with him, but what I didn't expect was the resurgence of old feelings between the two of us.  I really thought he was the "one" and we would be together forever.  It won't happen now, it's just too late but I can't help thinking of what might have been.  I told him though, that he is family and always will be, as will his mum and his brother.  If they ever need me for anything I will be there for them.  His mother and his late stepfather were wonderful to Katy and me and I won't forget their kindness.  Matt and I had a 3 hour phone conversation the other night and it's amazing after all these years, how comfortable we are with each other and how we fall back into the same rapport that we always had.  He told me that he has never felt the same way about anyone he has met since me and I feel the same way (but I didn't tell him that, I am still married for what that is worth). 
And Katy and Emily are talking again and getting their sister stuff back on track!

That's Matty's legs and his Mum and me with my 80's hair!

And that is me, just pregnant with Katy but didn't know it yet, at Taree early 1989.