All things considered, today was a good day.  Gulls still shrieked overhead, the air was still tangy with the smell of saltwater and fish guts, and Inspector Munro was running the force ragged dealing with the rash of bicycle thefts. Bert seemed to spend his days crisscrossing Whitby calming anxious baker boys who had lost their modes of transport or weeping widows who wailed that they were the victims of crime.  The increase in women marching up and down the seafront waving posters demanding equality also disturbed him. He was a fair sort, if they broke the law, he would arrest them just like anyone else. See? Equality for all.

Indeed, he had worn his tunic and helmet so much of late, it felt odd to be in clothes other than uniform. He had begged - no pleaded with Neil to switch with him, an afternoon off for weary Bert. Surely the browbeaten Neil would appreciate a few hours of adult company more than shrieking minions. Bert had only one desire this afternoon, to spend it with Delilah.  They had not seen much of eachother of late, duty to their respective employers keeping them apart. They had not shared a walk, a sweet treat in a long while. Yet, the golden-haired Irish temptress was usually the last thing on his mind after crashing into his cot, passionate imaginings between them filling his dark nights.