Saturday evening onwards I was back in Norwich by around 17:00 hours and shot around the shops to collect filtered milk and other such goodies. I was worn out yet content. I decided to catch the bus and get off near to Tesco's about half way home. I hadn't found any filtered milk. As I neared the bus stop I stopped to rest, and some young men, square and fit, moved up the path. One sprawled out, open, legs apart on a street bench. Possibly a...