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Mrs ratboy spoke to me when I got in from work, asking if I’d heard anything last night. Well, the last time I heard things from that house it sounded like someone had left the volume up full on Hard-Core-Porn-O-Vision, so I asked exactly what she meant.

Turns out that ratboy’s dad’s car had been broken in to round the back of the house, in the “secure” area. Well, it’s secure in that you can’t drive the car out of it because of the gates, but people can still get in. These particular filth came from another part of the estate via a couple of fence panels that blew down in the winds the other night.

I have issues with this. Number one, they picked the wrong car – they should have gone for the shitty white car (ratboy’s) and number two, I wanted to trash his scummy motor myself. Needless to say, I’m not exactly sympathetic after the **** that pair have stirred around here. Granted, if I’d seen someone last night I’d have done all I could to stop/catch them, regardless of whose car they were after, but only out of instinct and trying to look out for my own (and Kim’s and Steve’s) stuff.

Besides, they did a crap job just smashing a window and mucking up the inside. They didn’t even nick anything, or slash the seats. ******* amateurs.

The cherry, though, was her comments about “******* scum off the estate or someone” doing it.

Pot.

Kettle.

Black.