bang!
Forgot to mention last night's excitement ...
We live 5 minutes from Princes Avenue, which has loads of bars and restaurants that are very busy on Fridays and Saturdays, thus, we often hear rather drunk people on their way home down our road. They always sound good-humoured and often sing ... sort of. They're never remotely alarming,
However, last night, about 11:30, someone was coming down the road shouting his head off, sounding incredibly angry. Whatever language he was shouting in, it wasn't English. We live in an end terrace with a narrow alley between us and the next block, which is secured by a locked metal gate either end.
The house literally shook suddenly, and we think this guy must have been rattling the gate, and seconds later, there was the sound of smashing glass - not, thankfully, from our house, but further up the road (although I did make Pete go and and check, not least because the cats like sitting in the front window and watching the world go by).
When we went past this morning, their bay window had been boarded up - I can only guess that this guy was hoping to get into the house via the back yard and alley, and when he couldn't open the gate, he went for the window. *I* was scared, so the unfortunate occupant(s) of the house must have been utterly terrified.
We live 5 minutes from Princes Avenue, which has loads of bars and restaurants that are very busy on Fridays and Saturdays, thus, we often hear rather drunk people on their way home down our road. They always sound good-humoured and often sing ... sort of. They're never remotely alarming,
However, last night, about 11:30, someone was coming down the road shouting his head off, sounding incredibly angry. Whatever language he was shouting in, it wasn't English. We live in an end terrace with a narrow alley between us and the next block, which is secured by a locked metal gate either end.
The house literally shook suddenly, and we think this guy must have been rattling the gate, and seconds later, there was the sound of smashing glass - not, thankfully, from our house, but further up the road (although I did make Pete go and and check, not least because the cats like sitting in the front window and watching the world go by).
When we went past this morning, their bay window had been boarded up - I can only guess that this guy was hoping to get into the house via the back yard and alley, and when he couldn't open the gate, he went for the window. *I* was scared, so the unfortunate occupant(s) of the house must have been utterly terrified.