Drama...
We had some interesting late-night shenanigans last night - well, shenanigans maybe isn't the right word, but it draws the eye, and sounds dramatic(ish).
So, I was babysitting for my little cousins, all went well, they're very cute, and they went to bed when they were supposed to, which was good. My aunt was driving me home at about 12, and we arrived home to find police all round my street, and a guy standing outside my house who wouldn't let me go in. (The house was empty, as my brother's still away, and my parents were at a Fringe show). Apparently, the police had chased some criminal into the cul-de-sac, and he was probably hiding in my garden (or house!!), and they were waiting until sniffer dogs arrived so they could find and arrest them. My aunt and I were sitting in the car, remembering all the horror stories about being trapped in cars with criminals on the loose, and I realised one of the windows upstairs was open, and convinced myself the person had climbed in there.... But eventually, 20 or so minutes later, the police decided the guy had been in our garden, but had jumped over the wall into the lane at the back of our house, and got away that way.... By this time, mum and dad had got back, and we were allowed into our house, but it was all very dramatic!
Unfortunately, this exciting and riveting entry ends like this, in an anticlimax....
So, I was babysitting for my little cousins, all went well, they're very cute, and they went to bed when they were supposed to, which was good. My aunt was driving me home at about 12, and we arrived home to find police all round my street, and a guy standing outside my house who wouldn't let me go in. (The house was empty, as my brother's still away, and my parents were at a Fringe show). Apparently, the police had chased some criminal into the cul-de-sac, and he was probably hiding in my garden (or house!!), and they were waiting until sniffer dogs arrived so they could find and arrest them. My aunt and I were sitting in the car, remembering all the horror stories about being trapped in cars with criminals on the loose, and I realised one of the windows upstairs was open, and convinced myself the person had climbed in there.... But eventually, 20 or so minutes later, the police decided the guy had been in our garden, but had jumped over the wall into the lane at the back of our house, and got away that way.... By this time, mum and dad had got back, and we were allowed into our house, but it was all very dramatic!
Unfortunately, this exciting and riveting entry ends like this, in an anticlimax....