Steve Maskery
Established Member
On Saturday morning I went outside to find my hanging basket looking very sorry for itself. It looked like half the plants were missing, and those that were left were all droopy. My first reaction was that I'd let it dry out, but no, the soil was moist enough. No sign of the deceased heads. Very strange.
This morning I was out at the front and my NDB1 neighbour pulled up.
"Have the police been to see you?", she asked.
Apparently on Saturday morning, about 6am, she heard a commotion outside and stuff being smashed. She looked out to see two youths on one side of the road and two girls on the other, shouting and generally being yobbish.
"Get that hanging basket!", said one of the girls, so one of the youths did as he was told, and then dumped it in someone else's garden.
My neighbour dialed 101 and the police came, searched in vain for the yobs, retrieved my hanging basket and returned it to its hook. Apparently they rang but I never heard. I am often up at 6, but just lately I have had very poor sleep and I think I was only just getting off to sleep at 6 am, let alone ready to get up.
So instead of a nice, bonny, colourful HB outside my front door I have a sad-looking bunch of generic growth. Why do some people do things like that eh? It's just wanton destruction of something beautiful in an area where there is little beauty to start with. Unfortunately Claire did not see the faces of the culprits, so I assume they will simply get away with it and go on to the same, and more, again.
This morning I was out at the front and my NDB1 neighbour pulled up.
"Have the police been to see you?", she asked.
Apparently on Saturday morning, about 6am, she heard a commotion outside and stuff being smashed. She looked out to see two youths on one side of the road and two girls on the other, shouting and generally being yobbish.
"Get that hanging basket!", said one of the girls, so one of the youths did as he was told, and then dumped it in someone else's garden.
My neighbour dialed 101 and the police came, searched in vain for the yobs, retrieved my hanging basket and returned it to its hook. Apparently they rang but I never heard. I am often up at 6, but just lately I have had very poor sleep and I think I was only just getting off to sleep at 6 am, let alone ready to get up.
So instead of a nice, bonny, colourful HB outside my front door I have a sad-looking bunch of generic growth. Why do some people do things like that eh? It's just wanton destruction of something beautiful in an area where there is little beauty to start with. Unfortunately Claire did not see the faces of the culprits, so I assume they will simply get away with it and go on to the same, and more, again.