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We had the police round tonight. It began with a thud! thud! thud! and ended in a statement. It was seven o'clock-ish and I was about to start cooking our tea. thud! thud! thud! Remember our next door neighbour, with his loud music and his dubious acquaintances? The thud! thud! thud! was on his door and was immediately followed by the snarling of a very shouty man, of ChavScum ilk. We think it was the same chap who was being shouty at him in the street a couple of weeks ago. Shouty Man shouted for ten minutes or so. Occasionally he went thud! thud! thud! on the front door with a broom handle. Well, I thought it was a broom handle, but my view through the cracking in the curtains was not good. Husband says it was a sledgehammer. I'm happy to continue thinking it was a broom. It's far less scary, no? He then stood by his car for five minutes waiting for something to happen. It didn't. He drove off. Whilst this was occurring, Husband called 999. So - apparently, as we later found out - did six of our neighbours. A very nice police lady arrived after a while {Shouty Man had driven to the top of the road and was waiting there for something to happen, but drove off about two minutes before the police arrived} and popped next door. Then she popped to ours. She told us that they're definitely not friends - no way!?! - and that he's going to need a new front door. Husband agreed to a statement, but didn't have much to say. The house next door was sold no more than two months ago. Two weeks ago it suddenly appeared on rental websites. Yesterday a For Sale sign had grown from the ground. Phew! I hope it sells quickly. Poor Doris {not her real name} will be spinning in her grave! A Shouty Man! Carrying a Sledgehammer! That sort of thing is not supposed to happen here! Men do not, as a rule, tend to keep sledgehammers about their person. *sigh* ... I wish I lived miles away from another human being!