You rang ....

 

The title is a little sarcastic, intentionally. One night I had returned from London at my usual 1.30am arrival time. Driving out of London after my last job at 8pm meant I would go out via the Westway, then out onto the M40, M6, M53. The drive was always a drag as it took longer going home, purely because I was drained after a 13 hour day. Ok, so this night I get back and was greeted by a team of hoodies, three of them up to no good. All cars within Bidston Observatory Grounds have always been easy targets, and these guys were scoping the place out.

 

I 'flashed' the full beam, to let them know I could see them and drove on past as they disappeared into the darkness. So, I wind up the road to turn left in front of Bidston Observatory, log my mileage for the London trip, get my work gear out of the car and get ready to open the Observatory door.

 

There in the darkness, over by the gate to Bidston Hill are the three hoodies, one of which was very unhappy that I had flashed my lights. He seemed to get angrier and more vocal. I knew I had to open the door, get in and close it. I did but with seconds to spare, I could still hear them yelling outside. Its a sad existence, scoping cars, but lets just say I sense they were fuelling a 'habit'.

 

I drove the car the following day, not before I noticed that they had chucked three huge bricks at it before leaving.

 

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