Drug den

One night a few weeks ago there was a knock on the door. There was chap at the door, he was quite ‘country set’ in a padded Barbour with a springer. He said.
‘Do you know people are taking drugs in your garden?’
I said that it wasn’t our garden, it was the Peace Garden and belonged to the church. And frankly we weren’t bothered as they weren’t actually doing any harm.
He seemed a little put out.
Maybe I should have been more exasperated.