Sitting with a cheeky Trappist or three Mrs Ambrose comes in just shy of midnight having been out to empty the dog. One of the houses up the road has an alarm going off inside. Up we trot, me feeling a bit tipsy to investigate. Shouty man across the road winds his neck in when he realises that I’m on the phone to the police.
Semi-pi55ed Ambrose with his dodgy hip is wandering around the outside of this rather nice house whilst all the time talking to the nice policeman on the phone. Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep going on in the background all the time. Reg number of nice car relayed over the phone to the police, lots and lots of banging on the door, ringing the bell and shouting through the letterbox too. No answer. Police are coming to investigate.
Blimey, so much for a quiet night in.