Grrrr

after a 17 hour long day
near midnight
I really don't want to see
the mess left
by the teenage boys
that are using the close
as a graffit tag practising wall,
a lighter tester,
a toilet,
a takeaway bin,
an ashtray,
a tissue,
and a bong

this is about all I can show you as the rest of it I don't think blip would let me. A few days ago I caught the gang of boys again and asked them to leave (politely but firmly) as they had made a mess. This is how they responded.

I had to head to Glasgow for the weekend and was too exhausted to face cleaning it up that night, as I have had to do every time it happens.

I spend most of the night imagining bloodthirsty martial arts sequence style revenge. In reality, aside phoning the police (again) and arguing with rental agency to fix the door (again) there is little I can do. If I see them again, they'll get a piece of my mind but I can't push it. They know where we live as they are sitting on my doorstep.

When I return in two days time no-one has bothered to even clean it up and it is really starting to honk. So I spend my day off brushing and bleaching it all back to liveable. I meet a few of my neighbours, mixture of furious, scared and apathetic. A nice old chap is genuinely scared as there were six or seven of them this time. He thinks he might start leaving out a poly bag to encourage them to use it.

.. I'm developing vigilante streak