The back of our house looks down the length of an alley way. (Yes, we also don't know what the neighbourhood planners were thinking.)
Last night at about 11, a police helicopter started buzzing over this part of the neighbourhood. They were flying really low, causing all the windows to rattle and my cheeks to wobble, and they were shining their search light up and down the alley and into all of our yards.
Being naturally nosy interested to learn more about my surroundings, I peered out the window to see if I could possibly spot something that the police with their gigantic probing search light might miss. Awfully considerate and helpful of me, wasn't it?
I performed this selfless civic duty until police cars and vans started slowly coming up the alley which, as I've already told you, leads directly towards our house.
Suddenly I was gripped by an irrational but overwhelming fear, and I thought to myself: "Red, you're toast. They've finally found you!"
I wasn't exactly sure what I had done that would cause such a massive police search, but I felt really guilty about whatever it could've been.
So I drew the shades and turned off the lights and performed my final act of bravery for the evening:
Wise choice. After all, even if they weren't after you, bed is always a nice place. Except mine, which is currently host to my husband, who is sick and therefore sweating like mad all night. Our bed is just sticky. Gross!
Bwa-hahaha! I laugh, but a similar thing happened to me a few years ago in DC around this time of year. Helicopters, probing lights, the works. I crawled into the closet with my pillow and called the police. Turns out someone was robbing the condos for their gifts. Finally the officer on the phone asked "where exactly are you calling from?" Erm, thanks Officer, I have to go now!
Hi Rooies
'n Voorspoedige nuwe jaar en terwyl besig met al
die fees moet asseblief nie die glase in die mikrogolf was nie!
Happy new year and while busy celebrating please
don't wash the glasses in the microwave!
ha..ha!