Something different

I had a different sort of morning and went to a meeting of people who are opposed to the planned redevelopment of the land opposite to where I live. It was a nice cosy armchair job, rather than hard chairs all lined up in horrid rows. The property developer was a slimy customer who couldn't give a single straight answer. Never mind. He was cut down to size by our very effective ward councilor. He also looked as if he'd been mauled by the questions he was asked. There's to be another meeting, this time with someone who is prepared to answer questions. By the way it's still pissing down with rain.