The past two nights my sister has rang me in a total panic because somebody has been in her yard. 11pm Sunday night at 1am this morning. We live 900m away from each other and I've flown down there (on my broom heh) and can't find anybody around. I've left one of my cars down there tonight so hopefully whoever is doing it will be too spooked there might be a male staying they'll not try it. I'm exhausted from being dragged out of bed and hitting an adrenaline high in the middle of the night and from stress of worrying about her.
Got the bloody shock of my life last night though, I left hubs in bed and went on my own and went to a car park over the back fence from hers and rounded the corner full speed on two wheels and fuck me dead there were four bloody cop cars and young hot ranga cop came running over with his hand on his holster and shining a torch in my face. Like how dare I drive into a carpark at 1am after my sister rang me bawling because she'd called the cops earlier and they'd attended and left saying they'd be back and never came back.