Another day in paradise

Last week was a bit stressfull at work and at home.

It ended on Sunday morning at 3.00am with Tee phoning the police as about 200 teenagers partied out on the oval, having spilled out of some houseparty nearby.

I was oblivious to the noise, chaos and all our children being woken up by the singing and general shenanigans.

However I did hear subconsciously Tee asking to speak to the police on the telephone.

I woke up at this point.

Only because this week she has managed to phone the firebrigade, an ambulance and now the police.

If it carries on like this she’ll be phoning S.W.A.T next.