sh*t happens

may 2006

last week (actually i think it was good friday), we found poo in our porch.

dog poo, we thought.

but now, having seen the kids next door (and their naughty, annoying slightly-older cousin from round the corner) urinating & defecating freely in their garden & on the communal path (under parental supervision – why? the house has two toilets!) we’re convinced it was the kids’ idea of fun.

so, we live in pooh-ville.

not that living here has ever been great, or that this is the worst act of vandalism we’ve encountered (that would be the brick through the living-room window) but it is the most – well, shitty.

the worst thing was, we were having a takeaway delivered when i noticed the ‘deposit’ – i tried to be nonchalant and ignore it whilst tipping heavily.

oh, the shame…