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Nov. 8th, 2008 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
r_scribblesWas woken up at about quarter to three this morning by the sound of smashing glass, really, really nearby. Thought it was our front window. Hubs looked out just in time to see some bloke pegging it down the street, then went and checked downstairs. Luckily, it wasn't our window, but unfortunately, it was our nice neighbours next door (the ones who'd been broken into before), who were out. Hubs tried calling them, but since it was 3am, there was no answer, then rang the police. By the time they turned up some idiot drunk student had passed by, gone 'oooh, what's that?' and decided to touch the broken window. She'd managed not to cut herself but was now concerned that her fingerprints were on it. When hubs went out to talk to the Rozzers she was attempting to give them her details, even though she was so pissed she couldn't remember her phone number or house number. Was quite impressed that the police took it on themselves to temporarily secure the window pretty much there and then (I didn't know it was them that always did that) but not so impressed when either they or whoever it was they'd called to do it were chatting away as they worked as if they weren't in a residential street at 4 in the morning. Took me ages to get back to sleep because I was so jumpy.
Seriously, since we moved here 2 and a half years ago:
Our car windscreen has been smashed twice
Our car's been walked over once
Our back windscreen wiper's been ripped off
Our wing mirrors have been ripped off countless times
We've given up leaving the bin out any day but bin day because it was forever being tipped over
Our door's been kicked or fallen against several times
So many 'hilarious' games of knock-a-door-run in the middle of the night - so much so that even in the early evening if we're not expecting anyone we won't even bother going to the door to see if anyone's there unless they knock twice
Two neighbours have had their windows smashed.
We don't want to move, because it *is* a nice house, cheap and just the right size, plus moving is a stress. But seriously, the vandalism's getting ridiculous. We really need CCTV on our street but I doubt we'd ever get it, no matter how much we complain. Not least because our Council lost all their money out of Icelandic banks. Even if these people are caught, as the ones who smashed the hairdresser's window when we lived in the old flat were, all they get is a tiny fine - not even enough to cover the re-glazing costs. How is that going to put anyone off? Nah, charge the cunts a couple of grand at the least, or a month cleaning the streets at four in the morning or something. Bastards.
Seriously, since we moved here 2 and a half years ago:
Our car windscreen has been smashed twice
Our car's been walked over once
Our back windscreen wiper's been ripped off
Our wing mirrors have been ripped off countless times
We've given up leaving the bin out any day but bin day because it was forever being tipped over
Our door's been kicked or fallen against several times
So many 'hilarious' games of knock-a-door-run in the middle of the night - so much so that even in the early evening if we're not expecting anyone we won't even bother going to the door to see if anyone's there unless they knock twice
Two neighbours have had their windows smashed.
We don't want to move, because it *is* a nice house, cheap and just the right size, plus moving is a stress. But seriously, the vandalism's getting ridiculous. We really need CCTV on our street but I doubt we'd ever get it, no matter how much we complain. Not least because our Council lost all their money out of Icelandic banks. Even if these people are caught, as the ones who smashed the hairdresser's window when we lived in the old flat were, all they get is a tiny fine - not even enough to cover the re-glazing costs. How is that going to put anyone off? Nah, charge the cunts a couple of grand at the least, or a month cleaning the streets at four in the morning or something. Bastards.
