13th June, 2019.
Right …
It’s officially true: I can sleep through a bomb going off.
Well, ok, maybe not: that’s me doing some … you know … exaggeration …
I actually had enough cash, yesterday, to get a bus up to town: which is when a neighbour — Wally, bless him, taking the same bus — told me about the drug raid that had taken place.
A little bit close to home.
In the building next to mine.
I took that with a pinch of salt.
Let’s say I’m a sceptic, shall we?
Then I got home, and had a chance to look both at the local news, and the BBC’s teletext service.
Which I immediately cross referenced with the BBC’s news site.
Yep. There’d been a raid. In the building next door.
I think I know one or two of the eight arrested parties. At least to say ‘Hello’ to. Which is worrying …
…
Drug raids: we’ve had a few, over the years.
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Oh, just as a quick thought … ?
Before I go anywhere else?
I’ve been doing a little bed-time reading, over the past few weeks: and finished Ward Moore’s Bring the Jubilee.
It’s a fascinating read: with a twisty ending when the main character realises exactly who’s been killed in the key chapter.
About my only complaint? Was that the edition I read really could’ve been proof-read, correctly.
There was a serious lack of apostrophes* …
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