Woke to a busy Little Pond today. Dressed for Mass, and took the car a few feet.
And parked it. Flat tire.
Mr. Policeman was taking depositions. The neighbors were all clucking.
Slashed tires. Saturday night/Sunday morning pranking, up the one street, around the cross-street and down the other
Husband RJ rankled to think of the vandals snickering at the thought of our Sunday morning ruined.
I couldn't help but notice how nice everyone was to each other. We were all in it together. Met a few neighbors that were new to me.
It's ironic to think that this evil occurrence will probably make for a nicer neighborhood.
Too bad about the tires, though.