I am posting briefly to let you know that Bagpurrito has come back after his exciting adventure under the deck and, while he is completely disgustingly filthy, is being much fussed over and cuddled on the bed between Husband and myself.
The neighborhood is very quiet tonight which is as it usually is. However last night Husband and I heard a couple arguing quite vociferously at about 10.30pm to the point where we each got up from where we were (me in bed, him at the dining room table) and wandered around the house trying to ascertain from which direction it came. At some point the noise stopped and we shrugged and went back to our respective computers.
Then, about ½ an hour later when I was nearly asleep, there was a loud knocking at the door. I sent Husband to answer it and it was the police! They asked us if we’d had an argument. We were astonished. We said no, but we’d heard one coming from somewhere. They asked us who else lived with us and we told them our children and the bad cat. Then they asked several more times if we’d had a fight and we kept saying no. I felt like pointing out to them that I hardly ever get a chance to TALK to Husband, let alone provoke the-man-who-will-not-raise- his-voice into an actual ARGUMENT with me, let them live with someone trying to get tenure, but I didn’t.
See, I’m good at conflict resolution.
Then they asked us if anyone else lived on the property and we pointed out our new neighbour and said yes, a single mom and her son who were clearly asleep as the lights were off.
They said they had to investigate because someone had called 911 on us!
Can you believe it?
At least, prank caller, have the intelligence to pick the house of someone who shouts in my accent!
There is nothing much more to say about this other than the fighters remain a mystery as does the reporter, but on the good side, I suppose we know that the law will turnup swiftly if we should really need them.
Tomorrow, I promise you the tale of Grown Man Crying with a side of Cat Purring Fatly on the Bed.
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How exciting, though! Like a soap opera! We get cops outside our house ALL THE TIME because we live next door to a pub and there’s always Trouble. Once we heard a guy mumbling because he’d been cuffed, then the policeman saying: “don’t play the race card on me, mate. I don’t care whether you’re black, white, pink, yellow or green, if I have to cuff you I have to cuff you.” Then the Drunken Lout said: “sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that then.” And the copper replied “too right, you shouldn’t.” It was brilliant, it could have come straight from the nib of Ricky Gervais. LOVED your comment on my last post, btw, soooooooooo funny. And – Madge’s boyfriend story. Am going to put this in every single comment and Tweet until you spill the beans.
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We reckon the house next door to us is cursed because every couple who moves in there starts off happy and after a few months the blazing rows start. The previous two couples broke up. All bets are off on the current occupiers staying together…
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I used to live in inner-city Manchester (the “Gunchester” Moss Side part) and the sound of police helicopters would lull my kids to sleep on a regular basis. I remember baby sitting for a friend once and a whole raid, arrests etc had taken place. I had to be escorted out of the street by a nice young police officer, as the whole street had been cordoned off; the thing, is I managed to sleep through the whole thing (I’m always the last one to know). Now we live in nice leafy surburban Manchester where NO ONE likes noise. My neighbours actually complained about s#1 crying in the night when we first moved in! The look of horror on their faces when they saw I was preg. again, very funny for me though! S#2’s very quiet so no fun to be had there. My other neighbour almost went apoplectic when he thought I was having a real fire installed (we were only having the chimney widened for Gods sake). “The fumes, the fumes” he kept repeating to our builder “they can’t have a real fire, think of the fumes, they never tell me anything!!” Our builder, as good as gold, told them we could have a real fire if we wanted and he would install it if we wanted BUT we are not so just stop going on about it! The good side is there are a lot of young (well, I say young, I mean my age; wrong side of 30ish…maybe pushing 40 if I’m honest) mums round here who like to sink a bottle of wine (or 2) and, have “tales” to tell, so, all in all, so won’t be running back to Gunchester for the time being.
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Maybe it was ghosts.
(Sorry, not sure where that came from.)
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