I didn't have the energy to appreciate the entertainment. The lady in the house that used to house Her Three Doors Down and who used to live two doors down (the one where the police carried out a load of plants and had to come back for a second trip) had an argument with the gentleman. I heard her shrieking for him to get out, and his clothes landed on the street. Nice Mr Next Door moved his car in the nick of time, as the clothes were followed by a computer tower landing with a wallop and a smash on the pavement.
It hasn't lasted in the past, it probably won't last now, and all seems to be 'normal' for them. I do feel for the little ones, though. The two oldest didn't make it into school, and they will be taking more and more in.
No comments:
Post a Comment