The wrong time of day!

Now the weather has improved I am making sure that I go out for a daily walk even if it is raining. Today has been dull but dry, so after getting up I walked over to the newsagents for the newspaper then came back to have breakfast and read the paper. As I did not really need anything in particular from the shops, I decided that I would go out for a walk after lunch.
After a steaming bowl of home made vegetable and pearl barley soup I went out but decided that after all, I would walk into the centre because there were a couple of items I needed.
Now usually, I go into the centre in the morning and it has been several years since I last ventured there on a Saturday afternoon and what a shock I had. It was very, very busy with people everywhere and there seemed to be a lot of large groups of extremely noisy youngsters. The boys were all wearing the usual uniform of hooded jacket and jeans and the girls were all in clothes that appeared to be two sizes too small and they screeched, screamed and squealed at the tops of their voices every time one of the boys glanced in their direction and then giggled and pushed each other before starting the whole process over again. This sort of behaviour was something we would never have contemplated in my younger days because we believed in having a good time while conducting ourselves with a certain amount of decorum and we certainly never dreamed of wasting a Saturday afternoon in the shopping centre when we could be playing some kind of sport, depending on the season.
As I made my way back across Castle Park for some peace and quiet, I was beginning to think perhaps I was getting old because I can't tolerate crowds or too much noise, when I was distracted by half a dozen hunky firemen on the top of a mound. It was obvious that they were practising various rescue techniques as one of them was wearing a harness and the others were beginning to lower him backwards down the steep slope as they would if it were a cliff. The one in charge kept telling him to lean back because the others wouldn't let him go and as I walked along the path below, a wicked voice in my head was telling me to shout 'Let him go. I'll catch him!' but I thought better of it and continued my way home with a smile on my face. If only they knew!