And they wonder why I won't move here...
This morning, at 0445 Jojo got up. Whilst he was in the bathroom there was much shouting outside. This usually signifies that the kids, of about 14, who stay out ALL NIGHT have either stolen our milk again or vandalised something, or, more normally, both.
I tell Jojo to be careful and roll over to try to sleep.
At 0500 there is a knock on the door, so I scramble into jeans and a top and open the door to a strapping big lad, who enquires if 'this is the end flat'. I point out that no, not being on the end, this is NOT the end flat. Then I ask why.
He wants to know because 'the guy in the end flat just shot my friend'.
Oh, the joys.
So I leave them breaking into the patio of the end flat and go downstairs to 1. find shot girl, 2. get Jojo to call the police for shooting and 3. get Jojo to call the police for the kids upstairs ::le sigh::
Jojo calls the police (for the second time, as he's already called them to report our milk stolen - fourth time in 2 weeks) And the police show a little more interest than they did for the stolen milk, but not much. The girl is ok, just got a mark, bleeding a little, on her lower back - probably just a bb gun or an air gun of some type. No one is talking. The kids run off. The police eventually turn up and go to find the kids. The kids refuse all help, mainly because they're parents don't know they've been out all night. The police come back to us and say because no one will do anything and there's no evidence of anything, nothing will be done.
"But we'll try and get some more patrols around this area. Maybe not tonight though, cos it's Bank Holiday and we're busy."
Fantastic.
Sadly, I don't think that one of their number being shot will actually discourage the kids for long. Apparently since then the police have been around again, for the shop next door to ours, and one of the cars has been vandalised.
Give me the drug dealers of Brighton any day.
I tell Jojo to be careful and roll over to try to sleep.
At 0500 there is a knock on the door, so I scramble into jeans and a top and open the door to a strapping big lad, who enquires if 'this is the end flat'. I point out that no, not being on the end, this is NOT the end flat. Then I ask why.
He wants to know because 'the guy in the end flat just shot my friend'.
Oh, the joys.
So I leave them breaking into the patio of the end flat and go downstairs to 1. find shot girl, 2. get Jojo to call the police for shooting and 3. get Jojo to call the police for the kids upstairs ::le sigh::
Jojo calls the police (for the second time, as he's already called them to report our milk stolen - fourth time in 2 weeks) And the police show a little more interest than they did for the stolen milk, but not much. The girl is ok, just got a mark, bleeding a little, on her lower back - probably just a bb gun or an air gun of some type. No one is talking. The kids run off. The police eventually turn up and go to find the kids. The kids refuse all help, mainly because they're parents don't know they've been out all night. The police come back to us and say because no one will do anything and there's no evidence of anything, nothing will be done.
"But we'll try and get some more patrols around this area. Maybe not tonight though, cos it's Bank Holiday and we're busy."
Fantastic.
Sadly, I don't think that one of their number being shot will actually discourage the kids for long. Apparently since then the police have been around again, for the shop next door to ours, and one of the cars has been vandalised.
Give me the drug dealers of Brighton any day.