School Convoy Pt. 2

A little further down the road from Krypton's encounter with the dog shit stands the very pleasant lady with the school crossing lollipop. Always greeting each child by name with a cheerful quip to the escorts about the weather etc. she is relic of the happier days when this country was still fairly civilised and stands apart from other high viz users as a wanted and useful member of society.
Unfortunately after leaving her presence the next two hundred yards lead through the pedestrianised area of the dreaded *** **** estate whose 1930s designed layout was stolen from Moscow by a British secret agent in the expectation of showing a cheap way to build houses in the economic climate of post war Britain. As the estate is mainly pedestrian it enables the plod to zoom past in their taxpayer funded mobile offices without bothering to investigate what happens on the streets, and the result of their indifference is laid out for all to see,
It's two hundred bloody yards of avoiding discarded needles, ( few) empty lager cans, ( many) used condoms (ribbed) and various items of female lingerie which would be fatal to sniff. Luckily an increase in walking pace soon gets us through and, like a sunbeam piercing a malodorous cloud, we cross another road and come upon the school, with all it's attendant humanity thronging the playgrounds in eager anticipation of the day ahead.
To be continued.