Home alone…or am I?

I came home tonight and although I theoretically live with 3 other people I was…alone…

Under “normal” circumstances this would be a very cool way to spend an evening when you’re busy studying for an exam, not so? Gmf! Just goes to show that the term “normal” is very subjective.

There I was, nose in the books as per usual when the stupid alarm went off. Not even sure why I switched it on anyway, we usually just switch it on when we all turn it for the night, but for some reason it was on. My first reaction (when anything suspect and potentially threatening happens) was to grab my hockey stick and run through the house to see where they were coming from so I could introduce them to the business end of my Gunn&Moore. (In matters of fight or flight instinct I lean heavily towards fight).

I found nothing so I thought it might have been the wind that set it off again. I shut it up…and then on second thought armed it again. Then spent some time just patrolling the house and being on alert. I heard voices in the garden, but I’m not quite brazen enough to go outside on my own to face how many ever people so…I waited…with my stick…if they wanted to see me in action they would have to come inside.

This is how Alexander and Chere’ found me when they came home. Sitting with my stick ready to pounce. Meanwhile all hell had broken lose in our street! Some guy had tried to break in at two of our neighbours’ houses, and the whole road was overrun with cops and trauma counsellors when I got outside. “Fun”.

Seems I wasn’t the only person with the stick idea though. It’s quite a sight seeing all my (mostly) retired Table View neighbours in their pajamas and slippers wielding hockey sticks, pix axes and hammers (no, I’m not kidding). I think there might be some good potential for putting together a lynch mob amongst these people! All hope is not lost.

I wish I could say that the perp probably got the fright of his life seeing so much stick in one night and setting of so many alarms, but popular opinion of the neighbourhood watchdogs reckon that the root of all evil lives across the road from us in the form of a potential drug house, and that these thugs that we’re being pestered with of late are probably potential customers?

Anyway…I’m off too bed kids. Sorry there’s no piccie to go with this, I’m just kind of too exhausted to look for a nice one and I need to get up again in 4 hours. *yawn* night night…