While I am sure I do not deserve the red-carpet treatment for what I am about to write, I am 100 per cent sure those who read this letter will certainly side with me
It was June 17 and, at 3 p.m., horror of horrors, I realised I had no cigarettes. I tried to open the front door but to no avail. I tried to kick it open. I turned the keys... but to no avail. I had no alternative but to call the police.
I waited and waited and waited. After two hours the police had still not turned up. I wonder what would have happened had the woman in question been a single mother!
A few minutes later, the daughter of a friend raced up the stairs and asked me what happened and I answered I could not open the door from the inside. Hey presto, he asked me to throw the keys from a window and at long last the door was opened.
I certainly do not appreciate the team at Valletta police station.