We had another minor faff with the local yobs today, which comes as no great surprise. Earlier in the day, I'd been reading, when there came a knock at the door. Dad had gone out to the shops, so my immediate thought was that he'd come back but forgotten his keys. Unlikely for him, yes, but always a possibility. I went to the door, no-one there. I returned to the living room, and my book.

( A second knock, the Second Coming of the Sasquatch and a weird revelation about my house... )