Bit of a moan I'm afraid.
25 Years ago we bought our house. We could have bought one twice as big for the same price in a less desirable area but I wanted to stay in this area which is described as a 'leafy suberb'.
For around 20 years, we've never had any trouble really, just the odd pint of milk being stolen, the odd lost cat.
Oh, how things have changed. There used to be lots of surronding fields but gradually, those have been sold off and the developers moved in. We were always amazed that people would pay £650,000 plus for a four bed detached house with a tiny garden, facing onto main road, or crammed into a cul-de-sac but each to their own.
Anyway, along with the nice designer type houses, the developers had to build 'affordable housing' for those less fortunate than us.
That's when the trouble started.
For the past 5 years or so, the yobs have started going around in gangs causing mayhem. Little kids run riot across the car park at Morrisons and Asda. Extra police have to be drafted in on a Friday and Saturday night to deter the little thugs on the avenue where a selection of bars and bistros have sprung up. Some of these kids are only 5+.
I popped out last night in my car at about 5pm. As I was driving along, I didn't notice a gang of six. As I passed them, thump, something hit my car with great force. I stopped the car, and there was a small dent on the side of the vehicle.
The gang, apart from one mouthy lad, all covered their faces with scarves. Well, me being me, challenged them and I was racially and verbally abused. The ringleader, black hoodie aged 15 got menacingly close. I stood my ground and our heated conversation ended with me saying 'I'll go and see your mother about this (I know where they live). This was met with 'I don't live there anymore'.
Anyway, off they went. I've made enquiries about this kid and its mother. Turns out she's a violent schizophrenic and I was warned not to go to see her if I valued my life.
So, I've left it.
My neighbour had three bikes stolen from their garden two weeks ago. We had an intruder in the house around the same time (15 year old runaway, black hoodie again). The police dealt with it.
My little Gaylord pinned the lad to the wall whilst I called the police, who had already been mobilised by a neighbour calling them first. My dog never actually made contact with the intruder, he was just protecting me and his home. However, the police have persuaded me not to press charges as the lad is saying I set the dog on him and I might have trouble proving otherwise which could result in well, you know what. Did I invite this youth in? NO. did I know he was on my landing? NO. Who spotted the youth first, me or my dog? THE DOG.
What a sorry state of affairs.
Lisa
25 Years ago we bought our house. We could have bought one twice as big for the same price in a less desirable area but I wanted to stay in this area which is described as a 'leafy suberb'.
For around 20 years, we've never had any trouble really, just the odd pint of milk being stolen, the odd lost cat.
Oh, how things have changed. There used to be lots of surronding fields but gradually, those have been sold off and the developers moved in. We were always amazed that people would pay £650,000 plus for a four bed detached house with a tiny garden, facing onto main road, or crammed into a cul-de-sac but each to their own.
Anyway, along with the nice designer type houses, the developers had to build 'affordable housing' for those less fortunate than us.
That's when the trouble started.
For the past 5 years or so, the yobs have started going around in gangs causing mayhem. Little kids run riot across the car park at Morrisons and Asda. Extra police have to be drafted in on a Friday and Saturday night to deter the little thugs on the avenue where a selection of bars and bistros have sprung up. Some of these kids are only 5+.
I popped out last night in my car at about 5pm. As I was driving along, I didn't notice a gang of six. As I passed them, thump, something hit my car with great force. I stopped the car, and there was a small dent on the side of the vehicle.
The gang, apart from one mouthy lad, all covered their faces with scarves. Well, me being me, challenged them and I was racially and verbally abused. The ringleader, black hoodie aged 15 got menacingly close. I stood my ground and our heated conversation ended with me saying 'I'll go and see your mother about this (I know where they live). This was met with 'I don't live there anymore'.
Anyway, off they went. I've made enquiries about this kid and its mother. Turns out she's a violent schizophrenic and I was warned not to go to see her if I valued my life.
So, I've left it.
My neighbour had three bikes stolen from their garden two weeks ago. We had an intruder in the house around the same time (15 year old runaway, black hoodie again). The police dealt with it.
My little Gaylord pinned the lad to the wall whilst I called the police, who had already been mobilised by a neighbour calling them first. My dog never actually made contact with the intruder, he was just protecting me and his home. However, the police have persuaded me not to press charges as the lad is saying I set the dog on him and I might have trouble proving otherwise which could result in well, you know what. Did I invite this youth in? NO. did I know he was on my landing? NO. Who spotted the youth first, me or my dog? THE DOG.
What a sorry state of affairs.
Lisa
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