A second night of horrible disjointed sleep. It seems that some hoody-wearing, ASBO-flouting yobbo is taking great delight at using the neighbouring roads as a racetrack in the early hours of the morning. Now this is not London, this is not Downtown LA, this is sleepy old Loughton, where the roads were built in the early 1950s when it was thought that cars would be a fad. Our roads are roughly the width of one and a half cars. Our road is particularly small because there are no houses opposite us, just open green space. At 1.40am, the first lap began and the car tore down the avenue at what sounded like 60/70 miles an hour. The vibration was enough to make The Missus’s car alarm go off. This was repeated at 2.55am and the car alarm went off again. At 3.55am, he came back again and I sat up bolt upright as someone does when they’ve been woken suddenly, my heart beating fast in my chest. Luckily, no car alarm was triggered but this driver was tearing down the street.
I am curious to know who it is and I am considering setting up my video camera just to see if it is someone local to us. This is the second night in succession that this has happened and the guy is only moments away from having a serious crash. And knowing our luck, it will be The Missus’s car he crashes into.
What I love about Alex the Wonderdog, guard dog supreme, furry outrider of doom, is that whenever this car goes past or our car alarm goes off, he remains motionless in his bed…asleep in his slumbers, neither disturbed or concerned about the noise. But then give him a barely audible thunderclap in the distance that only HE can hear and he’s jumping up on the bed for cuddles. That boy needs to get with the programme… 🙂

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