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... )

I am in what could be the shittiest mood ever. I was having a brilliant day through work; it was busy, but I was having a great time. On the way home, it was really frigging cold - colder than anything I've ever felt before. My feet and hands were numb and I wanted nothing more than to get home and straight into the bath without a hitch - no hypothermia, no slipping and falling on my arse.

So, near the traffic lights entrance to Clarence Street, I saw three kids (two girls and a boy) walking towards me, across the road. Faffing in the snow, and being a general nuisance.

They all know Ashley, don't they? They've given him trouble in the past, and they recognise me as his sister.

"Heads up!" the boy shouts, and lobs a snowball at me. It misses. Across the road with all the cars I can't do much except look at them like they're a bunch of idiots and dodge. He throws another one.

( And so the story continues... )