We have only one vehicle way into the Close, but a narrow footpath at the other end, another door up from my door. That was how we trapped a potential burglar pair a few years ago: came in and approached a dark house, neighbour across the street had been to the loo, standing in a dark window, phoned the law and asked them to not use “Blues & Two’s”, but block the end of the road, around the bend. They stopped them, one PC ran around the block the other way and caught one, bulkier driver PC caught the other, called a van and inserted one of them none too gently as he resisted, put the other in the Police car.
While all this began, neighbour phoned as many as he could reach to watch the entertainment, including me. I led the applause for the Police officers: good job lads! Only other problems, a few Rogue Traders, including a nasty fish seller who was caught once by my call and stopped in his hometown of Newcastle, jailed for a bit, then came back but sat in the ‘new’ krappy old van with a big hat on whilst his mate went round. Unfortunately for him, I recognised him, photographed him and the van (without refrigeration or air vent, stank of ‘past use by’ fish) and sent it all to the law in Louth. Stopped on the A16 bypass a few miles away, not seen them since.
Next door to me are 2 Scotty girls: small dogs, big barks. The other side, a Jack Russel girl. We hear intruders at night before they get here! I love those Scotties, such lovely faces and so well-behaved. Their mum is a lovely, helpful neighbour, attractive too: all 3 single male Oldpharts here fancy her but she is not interested, after a messy divorce.
When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.
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