This is, on the whole, a happy, light-hearted kind of a place.
But from time to time, something happens that really gets my goat, something that cannot pass without censure.
One such event occurred earlier this week.
Smokers in the playground.
Not kids, not youths. That'd be annoying enough, but at least I could begin to understand it.
No, proper adults, grown-ups (although there's little grown-up about the behaviour in question).
These are people old enough to know better, the people supposed to be setting an example.
Imagine being a grandparent, charged with the responsibility of looking after a cherished child for a few hours.
Imagine not being able to discharge said duties without the aid of cigarettes.
Imagine not being able to push a two-year-old on a swing without first lighting a filthy, stinking, horrible roll-up.
Imagine the line of children on the other swings - and their respective parents and carers - forced to endure the resulting fumes.
Imagine being so oblivious.
It is, of course, inappropriate. It is, for sure, unacceptable.
Frankly, it's pathetic.
So it's illegal to smoke in pubs these days (and rightly so), but playgrounds?
Playgrounds, brimming with babies and toddlers?
Playgrounds, it seems, are suitable for smokers.
They're not, of course.
Toddlers and tobacco do not mix.
This isn't right and it cannot pass without protest.
If you're unable to endure 10 minutes without having to light up, get out of our playground.
You're not welcome.