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So I was just thinking earlier today, it's been a while since I last posted, and so I should really post something, and I was contemplating various subjects, including having seen maddmouse on the weekend, and probably some waffle about computer games again.
Then someone stole our rubbish
Thursday night is bin night, and every fortnight it's time to put out the boxes for paper and plastics for recycling. About half an hour ago some youths; drunk, stoned, high or something; came down the street in their delirious state, leaving a trail of ripped bin bags and scattered rubbish in their wake. Our next door neighbour is on their way out, and gets verbally abused by this pair. The guys then pick up the plastic box holding our waste paper, and go running off down the street.
Now about 500 yards down from us there's quite a large reservoir, with access from our road, and it's down that path these youths dart. Dad and I grab shoes and follow gingerly. Now it's past sundown and the dusk is getting really dim, the reservoir has no lighting, and so we're very cautious as we pear down the path to the water, and spot these guys laughing and gesticulating around our recycling box.
The box is smoking quite heavily, and in the dim light the first flames can be seen rising above the edges.
We beat a hasty retreat and call the police
Then someone stole our rubbish
Thursday night is bin night, and every fortnight it's time to put out the boxes for paper and plastics for recycling. About half an hour ago some youths; drunk, stoned, high or something; came down the street in their delirious state, leaving a trail of ripped bin bags and scattered rubbish in their wake. Our next door neighbour is on their way out, and gets verbally abused by this pair. The guys then pick up the plastic box holding our waste paper, and go running off down the street.
Now about 500 yards down from us there's quite a large reservoir, with access from our road, and it's down that path these youths dart. Dad and I grab shoes and follow gingerly. Now it's past sundown and the dusk is getting really dim, the reservoir has no lighting, and so we're very cautious as we pear down the path to the water, and spot these guys laughing and gesticulating around our recycling box.
The box is smoking quite heavily, and in the dim light the first flames can be seen rising above the edges.
We beat a hasty retreat and call the police