meet the neighbours (part two)

Here we have part 2 in the long awaited story of our meeting the neighbours in the street...

'Postie Pete' (PP) as he is locally known, (also as the ...St chronicle, but Mrs Johnson up the road is more so that!!). He is ok, except to say that NOTHING gets past him! Not long after we moved in, I was up late (2.30am, but there's nothing new here...) upstairs where the PC is, and a couple of days later it was commented on that, "... the light had been on and I was wondering what you were doing..."

Anyway, today when we got home from the Royal Easter Show, some of the teenagers from across the road were coming out of a house further up the street. This, whilst at first seemed strange, was confirmed moments later when World War III broke out. We were still in the car! The teenagers from across the road whilst walking back down the street towards their house had stopped looked down the driveway of PP's new house and then started to throw tennis balls over the house! A couple of minutes later, eggs were being thrown, people were in other peoples property and phones were being thrown onto the road and broken into a million pieces!!!

Welcome to the street...

Postie Pete II