The best case of poetic justice I’ve heard for some time comes from a story in the Telegraph last week.
A suspected thief in Somerset who is alleged to have been trying to steal a tractor from a farm in Bridgewater. He was spotted driving the vehicle across fields by the farmer & fled in darkness through the farm.
Alerted by cries for help the farmer found the thief up to his neck in slurry. It took fire crews an hour to pull him out.
The farmer said: “If we hadn’t been there he would have died & that’s not a nice way to go.”
I expect the local officers were fighting for a place at the back of the arrest queue.