So I collared the two I suspected were the culprits and photographed them telling them if the trouble stopped that would be the end of it, otherwise I'd give the photo to the police.
I met up with two of their parents who thought I might have been a paedo. Fair enough - but I explained I was p****ed off, not a paedo and told them the background. The s**t thing is although I think it is these two I can't be 100% sure.
I've contacted the local police and explained the situation. Trouble is:
a) in the scheme of things these days it's hardly worth a mention [R.I.P. Gary Newlove
b) chances of physically catching the slimeballs are zero with me on watch. I've really enjoyed growing old - until now!
So I'm just hoping it's "lads' stuff" and they get bored and move onto something else - before I end up with broken windows or a cracked skull from a falling brick. I was no angel at their age either but I never did anything that would damage someone's property.
My final tactic is either to climb the tree by where they throw from and abseil down to nab them
Apologies for the rant but I'm still hovering near ceiling height.
All the Mrs and I want is a quiet life without annoying little twerps screwing things up.


