Theives
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 7:59 pm
Had a bit of a problem with some rather nasty chappies in my yard the other night,well,about 2am in the morning.I have been burgeled at the yard 3 times so far this year.The first time a gang of three succeeded in hurting my wallet.The second time Father Bear managed to scare them off with an armed response officer and my wallet remained intact.
However,last night panned out abit different.
I got the alarm call about 2am and met my wing man outside the pub.Of course,we went totally and utterly unarmed with no means of defending ourselves........of course....By the time we got to the yard it looked like a false alarm but to be on the safe side we proceeded with caution(unarmed.....of course)and we switched our phones to silent.The lights were shut down and total darkness was the order of things and just when I thought it was safe I noticed a torch over by a D8.Two heroes were helping themselves to some of my 12 foot baulks of 8x2 timber and I figured that this was rather unacceptable cricket.Due to the fact I was sober,the red mist decended(I am laid back when drunk but can be abit nasty when sober)
I'm not really sure what went down next(apart from one of the burglers)but my mum heard the Tourets syndrome kick into my vocabulary in the nearby village and all hell broke loose.
According to the Police report later,some abuse of human rights occurred that night and Father Bear copped a shrapnel wound to his head and I have hurt both of my wrists for some reason.The two chaps with funny accents copped some minor injuries themselves and were treated to an unexpected swim in the moat where it would seem that one of them discovered he couldn't swim.This gave me the opportunity to have a little get together with him again(unarmed......of course).
Anyway,Father Bear and I decided to let them dive through the hedge as they were cornered like rats and this worried me somewhat so we backed off and let them make their exit.
I got my timber back.
However,last night panned out abit different.
I got the alarm call about 2am and met my wing man outside the pub.Of course,we went totally and utterly unarmed with no means of defending ourselves........of course....By the time we got to the yard it looked like a false alarm but to be on the safe side we proceeded with caution(unarmed.....of course)and we switched our phones to silent.The lights were shut down and total darkness was the order of things and just when I thought it was safe I noticed a torch over by a D8.Two heroes were helping themselves to some of my 12 foot baulks of 8x2 timber and I figured that this was rather unacceptable cricket.Due to the fact I was sober,the red mist decended(I am laid back when drunk but can be abit nasty when sober)
I'm not really sure what went down next(apart from one of the burglers)but my mum heard the Tourets syndrome kick into my vocabulary in the nearby village and all hell broke loose.
According to the Police report later,some abuse of human rights occurred that night and Father Bear copped a shrapnel wound to his head and I have hurt both of my wrists for some reason.The two chaps with funny accents copped some minor injuries themselves and were treated to an unexpected swim in the moat where it would seem that one of them discovered he couldn't swim.This gave me the opportunity to have a little get together with him again(unarmed......of course).
Anyway,Father Bear and I decided to let them dive through the hedge as they were cornered like rats and this worried me somewhat so we backed off and let them make their exit.
I got my timber back.