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It all happens when you're home for the day...
Earlier this afternoon I was poddling away at the computer home when I heard a lot of bangs and bashes outside. Now, this street is no stranger to the odd drunken lout tossing wheelie-bins up and down the pavement so for the first few minutes I didn't do anything -- better not to show your face, sometimes, depending on whether there's a gang out there. Still, usually such things happen in the wee hours of the morning, not in the bright sunlight of the lazing afternoon -- and usually you can hear the noises grow more distant as said louts walk towards town. This time, however, the noises just kept on going.
I don't have any street-facing windows that you can see through (they're all frosted) so I lifted the letterbox flap to see what was going on out there... and saw, on the far side of the street, a guy hefting a concrete block and smashing it in someone's garden. Next to my car.
Eeep! First thing was to get dressed and get out there to see exactly what was going on. Took me a few moments to get suitably attired, and I snatched up the cordless landline on the way to the door, just in case I had to call the police. After all, if they were already there, I wouldn't need to. Opened the door and the guy was still there, chucking wheelie bins into the street now and causing a stream of traffic o slow to a crawl. As I looked from the distant cars back to the street in front of me, I noticed that the car parked in front of mine had been totally smashed -- and not just a window, but attacked with a purpose: windshield, rear window and both street-side windows were smashed, along with a snapped driver-side mirror...
I wasn't waiting, I called the police as I put on my shoes and answered their questions -- who am I, what's the guy look like, what's he done and do on -- and finally stepped outside to find he'd gone. I saw some other guys standing by the car though and crossed over to find out if mine had been touched. Was quite surprised to find out the "other guys" were my landlord and his handyman... The lout had run round the corner and away! after totally mangling every window and mirror on this poor car. And a wheelie bin lying on its side inches away from my front bumper... poor little car would be shaking, if she could.
Still, the police were there within a couple of minutes, and they picked up the guy in a backstreet apparently, so that's okay then. Still, I was jumping at every sound for the rest of the afternoon, wondering if I should move my car just in case... but I didn't, so fingers crossed it's still safe.
I love this street. If it's not theivies being chased down the street by homeowners wielding samurai swords and being arrested outside my door, then its the mentally deficient (apparently he is, according to a neighbour -- gotta love Care In The Community) trashing cars with abandon outside my door.
::sigh::
Earlier this afternoon I was poddling away at the computer home when I heard a lot of bangs and bashes outside. Now, this street is no stranger to the odd drunken lout tossing wheelie-bins up and down the pavement so for the first few minutes I didn't do anything -- better not to show your face, sometimes, depending on whether there's a gang out there. Still, usually such things happen in the wee hours of the morning, not in the bright sunlight of the lazing afternoon -- and usually you can hear the noises grow more distant as said louts walk towards town. This time, however, the noises just kept on going.
I don't have any street-facing windows that you can see through (they're all frosted) so I lifted the letterbox flap to see what was going on out there... and saw, on the far side of the street, a guy hefting a concrete block and smashing it in someone's garden. Next to my car.
Eeep! First thing was to get dressed and get out there to see exactly what was going on. Took me a few moments to get suitably attired, and I snatched up the cordless landline on the way to the door, just in case I had to call the police. After all, if they were already there, I wouldn't need to. Opened the door and the guy was still there, chucking wheelie bins into the street now and causing a stream of traffic o slow to a crawl. As I looked from the distant cars back to the street in front of me, I noticed that the car parked in front of mine had been totally smashed -- and not just a window, but attacked with a purpose: windshield, rear window and both street-side windows were smashed, along with a snapped driver-side mirror...
I wasn't waiting, I called the police as I put on my shoes and answered their questions -- who am I, what's the guy look like, what's he done and do on -- and finally stepped outside to find he'd gone. I saw some other guys standing by the car though and crossed over to find out if mine had been touched. Was quite surprised to find out the "other guys" were my landlord and his handyman... The lout had run round the corner and away! after totally mangling every window and mirror on this poor car. And a wheelie bin lying on its side inches away from my front bumper... poor little car would be shaking, if she could.
Still, the police were there within a couple of minutes, and they picked up the guy in a backstreet apparently, so that's okay then. Still, I was jumping at every sound for the rest of the afternoon, wondering if I should move my car just in case... but I didn't, so fingers crossed it's still safe.
I love this street. If it's not theivies being chased down the street by homeowners wielding samurai swords and being arrested outside my door, then its the mentally deficient (apparently he is, according to a neighbour -- gotta love Care In The Community) trashing cars with abandon outside my door.
::sigh::