I found the remains of a windscreen on our verge. As thankfully it did not belong to any of our vehicles I wonder what transpired in the “wee small hours” and also the fact that I obviously sleep so soundly that the sounds of shattering windscreens have no effect on me whatsoever. I now expect to wake up to find and “intruder” has rifled my drawers without me registering the slightest interest.
A local spotty youth was also marveling at the windscreen and I heard him telling his crony about it in the charming vernacular…
“We like go out to our like car and it’s like “Whoa dude!” someone’s gone and like smashed a window coz it’s like on the verge. And then I was like “Dude! Where’s the car?” and then we like went inside again coz me mate had to go up the bottle-o to get some more vodka coz Dazza like drank it all.”
And into this next generation’s hands I have to pass the responsibility for my aged care! Kill me! Kill me now!
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