Shut the ruddy gate!

It's very sad, really it is. It appears that there is a new and dread disease stalking the streets of Kensington and Chelsea, preying on poor unfortunates. It's an insidious illness, and at first glance you might not think there is anything wrong with those suffering from it. There's no strict template for those it strikes down; you could be young, old, tall, short, male or female, it makes no difference.

It seems that the victims can outwardly live a perfectly normal life. They can get up in the morning, they can dress themselves, they can care for their families. But the moment that they enter a gated enclosed play area for their children, the sickness strikes.

They are incapable of closing the gate behind them.

And it drives me blxxdy crazy. I mean, they've got to be ill, surely? Because otherwise, you would be forced to think that a person who walks into a playground full of babies, toddlers and young children and leaves the gate open behind them so that the little angels can wander off into the great unknown, must just be criminally stupid.

Fortunately for them, yesterday in Holland Park there was an increasingly flustered mother who kept an eye on the gate and when it was left open marched over to it, closing it with a emphatic clang and making terse remarks to the miscreant who left it open.

So if you were one of them and recall passing a harrassed looking woman muttering obscenities under her breath as she closed the gate behind you, don't worry, there was no need to say thankyou (which is lucky, since none of you did).

Just shut the frigging gate yourself next time...