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I think they’re on to me.

I got off the tube last night at about 1840hrs, walked up the stairs and towards the barriers at Mile End underground station. Ahead of me were a posse of police dog-handlers with dogs-at-leash. I carried on towards the barriers, wallet (oystercard) in hand and then a funny thing happened: Without any dialogue the occifer chose me as his target and walked his hound around the length and breadth of my legs and ‘personal space’. Now, call me old fashioned but I don’t particularly dig being sniffed at by some plain-clothed mutt. I carried on walking through the barrier and that was that, but this is the second time in 1 week that the Met have been on my case. What’s going on?