I walked out of the door into a lovely morning. and I noticed a chunk of concrete down by one of the cars.

It was about 8 inches by 6 inches and I looked up at the house to try and see whether it had fallen from somewhere.

Nothing.

Then I walked to the top of the driveway to see if there was any clue up there. And at that point I noticed that the MPV’s windscreen was crazed all over, with a rather large hit mark on the passenger side.

I’d heard a noise the previous night and David and Kay thought they heard a noise about 2am. So we think it must have happened at one of those two times.

But really, we’re none the wiser as to when it happened. Or even why!

We also discovered that the back door to the MPV had been stoved in with what looks like a tool (maybe a crow bar?) or something. So it’s looking a little sick at the moment!

Our cars are all quite a bit down the drive and our neighbours whose front car is in line with the edge of the pavement had had no trouble at all.

I’m getting the windscreen replaced but I’m a bit of a loss as to what to do about the door…

It makes you understand why people are anxious to leave cities and live in the countryside.

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