Neighbours...

There is an elderly couple that lives across the road from us.

On the odd light night, you can sometimes hear some brill jazz emanating from the shed over the garden gate.

Sounds like quite interesting people.

Bethany and I were plasticining the other day and watching the street go by. A van pulled up and two men got out with longish flat bags over their shoulders. Sticking out the top of the bags was quite clearly the business end of some sort of gun.

The two men didn't go to the front door, they went straight through the garden gate round the back of the house. They re-emerged about 10 minutes later and got back into the van and left without their packages.

I think my neighbours may be interesting for an entirely different reason.