The Quiet One

On my early starts I'm up before the sun to ensure at least two cups of tea can be consumed before the daily commute. Not much happens on a morning with regards to the neighbours (both back and front), aside from one of 'The Twins' popping out on one of their mysterious errands (more on them later).

So imagine my surprise when peering out of my kitchen window one morning I am faced by a policeman officer looking in at little old me!!! Now I am by no means, of the criminal variety, but for some reason, every time I see a member of the constabulary in the street or out and about, I feel like they're after me. I'd like to think that I'm not alone in this feeling :s

I tried my very hardest not to look too suspicious - an act which in itself probably only heightened my suspiciousness - and carried on with cup of tea number two, then off to work I went.

Upon returning to the homestead, I noted not only the same police car parked outside, but also the arrival of a skip...hardly a subtle difference seeing as it was being filled with bin bags by men in white Tyvek suits!!! My better half popped out to speak to the police men and was gifted with the info that for the 6 months we had been living next door to a rather hefty drugs farm!

Now I thought that neighbour had been quiet!

All four floors had been packed to the rafters with big leafy specimens and nice shiny lights, and a little Chinese man had been sleeping on a camp bed protecting his haul.

I shall have to remain vigilant to ensure no further activities of such illicit nature happen on my turf.