I'd be checking to see if the police got a big wad of overtime payments for this and examining the costs to the public purse.
It's a fucking joke and no-one's laughing.
When my son was 5 (over 15 years ago) he was sitting by the road playing with a little tonka truck in the flowers and bushes. You know, filling it with little bits of dirt and moving the dirt 24 inches and making holes/piles and then filling them back in.
A police car stopped, put his flashing lights on, got out, straightened his jacket and walked up to my son. I jogged over and asked if there was a problem. Apparently my son was damaging council property and he would have to move.
No, I explained, he's playing with his digger, he wasn't damaging anything he was just moving the dirt about with his tonka...as wee boys do.
The ossifer fixed me with his stare and said I could be arrested also!
I looked up at his car....oh my...he was on his own? I looked around. Yup, he certainly was. My son continued to play, moving the dirt and making engine-like noises. He had an action man as well, that I hadn't noticed.
I took a couple of steps forward, I was now 4 metres from the jacket-straightener and he was about 15 metres from his car. I fixed him back with my stare and said 'Go on then.' He didn't appear to have a radio on him. I dropped my shoulders and adjusted my weight. He went back up the slope, got in his car and went away.
My son, who I love very much, grabbed his action man and bounced it up and down towards the tonka, thumped it into the back and pushed the tonka around the bushes. He looked up and smiled at me.
Not totally on topic but not really off topic either.
