This was the scene that greeted me when I got home last night. Bingo…things running through my mind or rather first thing: Intruder!
As it turns out, it was the neighbour’s car and when I started snapping the pics, her son came out from the house GRUDGINGLY and muttered something like “Do you want to make a police report?”. By golly, the cheek! Uncle Peter’s suggested response: Yes, I’m considering that option.
Oh I’m not sorry to have hit your car when the gate swung open…OUTWARDS coz I do need to get into the house after all.