Surreal or what?
He was calm, his tone of voice almost annoyed as he shut the door on her. She then proceeded to stab our front door & lop off the heads my pot of welcoming margaritas with her cheese knife.
How terribly British we were, MrP was undamaged, we needed a new front door anyway, the margaritas would bounce back and the nice policeman didn't want a cuppa...
We don't have much to do with our immediate neighbours. There's was an 'incident' a few years ago involving their boy, a sharp implement & MrP's car's paintwork that was never resolved...and I don't foresee a time when that will get better now.
I don't feel I can pop over for fear they'll think I'm after an apology & I suspect they're too mortified to come over and offer one anyway.
Lets pretend it didn't happen eh?
