Midnight Rage
The idiot boy who lives next door and his stupid little cronies have nearly given me a heart attack.
I could hear people outside (not having a clue who it was) being a bit lairy and could hear a door rattling exactly the way our patio doors do when they get stuck. Upon summoning the courage to go downstairs and investigate (after deciding my guitar would make a fine weapon) I realised it had been his own doors they had een trying to force and I was being unduly paranoid.
I’m still annoyed, but I think it’s more at myself for being such a sissy.
