So at 4:00 AM this morning (with the wind and snow lashing at the window panes) I woke to what sounded like the clatter of car doors closing and Crown Vic trannys.
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but seven of Haltons finest in full riot gear.
I dashed to the front door and decsended the front steps to ask the 'not so jolly looking Elf'
"Is there something I should be aware of?
His response "We're investigating a domestic issue".
Oh...
The new neighbours continue to be a mystery.
Railton