Well! How exciting.

I just (twenty minutes ago) had someone trying to climb over the fence into the house, looming in at me through the kitchen window as he started to climb over. And when I waved at him he jumped back down so I went outside for a little chat with them, accompanied by Neil. Neil had heard one of them saying "I'm not going to do it", arguing with the other, five minutes before (Neil was smoking a fag in the dark in the garden) and he was coming out to check that they weren't breaking into the car. So I asked the one I saw jumping over the fence why he had done it BUT he was pretending to be on the phone (aah, classic) and the other one got mouthy to Neil. Then the first one got mouthy ("is this your road? I can walk along here if I like" etc etc) and loomed up to Neil, right in his face, with his hands in his pockets (not a good look, as Neil has been stabbed twice by people looming up to him, reaching their hands into their pockets). There was a girl on a bike as well but she didn't get mouthy.
At this point all other houses are being locked up tight as there's a FIGHT in the road (damn right there was, I was pretty grumpy at this point). So I phoned the police as they were threatening to "fuck up" Neil and to do all sorts of nasty things to the dogs. Then I got my camera and took some photos of them and one of them tried to grab the camera out of my hand but just sort of batted it. Thicko. The other apparently kept saying to Neil that he was a gipsy. Good on him. I think the point was that he shouldn't be messed with but HA.
Anyway, we went back inside and then they threw a bike over the wall into the garden. And then the police came and arrested one of them and said that the other wasn't a gipsy (why boast about a fake gipsy heritage?) and the dogs are sleeping on my bed tonight because I'm scared for them and I am all shaky and FULL OF ADRENALIN. Meep. I feel a bit sick. Plus I missed the results for the X Factor. How was your Saturday night?