Sunday 17th January
I arose from my slumber to inspect the wall. It had been basically kicked over, invariably by the kids who hang round outside it. We called the police, who sent round what appeared to be an eleven year old boy in a policeman’s uniform. They say you’re getting old when the policemen are young men, but this was taking the piss. I doubt he’s even started shaving yet.
It was marked down as criminal damage, so the insurance will have to pay out. Y’know, so they can knock it down again. I get the feeling this may be a recurring thing.
We went to ASDA, home of the most spastic shoppers in Teesside, as the wife needed hangover food. As usual, the store was filled with unbelievable cunts.
