Men in Uniform

A police car blocked the driveway when I got home last night, with a lady in tracky dacks cuffed, two male officers escorting her. Well, not escorting her, more like she was standing there, and they were standing there too. I asked mum what had happened, and she said the lady had robbed a house, and somehow managed to get into our backyard, and was hiding behind our garden shed, avoiding the police (four police cars were circling the neighbourhood looking for her). So I asked how the thief got into our backyard in the first place (we have a steel enclosure that's extremely hard to open, and makes a extremely loud noise when it does open), and if she had heard any noises.

She said she initially heard a loud banging, so went to investigate, when our next door neighbour popped his head up from the fence and said it was him, catching chickens. Mum was pretty sure the neighbour was helping house the thief (we have some very dodgy neighbours). This is the same neighbour who happened to be outside on the nature strip 4am the morning we were robbed about three years ago, saying he was taking out the trash. So I asked who had alerted the police, and she said it was the neighbours directly across our backyard who peeped over the fence and saw her hiding, and not our adjacent neighbours. But unfortunately for the thief, she chose the wrong yard to jump into, because you can't use the logs to climb over any of our three fences - they're all on our neighbours' side of the fence. So, as soon as you're in, unless you're very fit and tall and can use your upper body to lift yourself up over the fence, the only way out of our backyard is through the steel enclosure.

Four police units then swarmed into the street, and straight into our backyard to arrest her, with more to follow, because they were looking for accomplices. It was all a flurry of activity for two hours. Talk about action!

In a completely unrelated matter, I asked Becs about that kiss. She admitted being very uncomfortable kissing the fella, but thought the shot was a low percentage shot, so said yes so she didn't hurt his feelings. Pfft! Call me heartless, but screw him, I reckon (pardon the pun).