Once again the shadow of crime stalks my suburb, putting innocent citizens in fear.
Someone is stealing my newspaper. Twice this week it’s gone missing. Once could be put down to the carelessness of the paperboy, but twice in one week – nope. Apart from the missing newspapers, I found a wrapper on the nature strip just a few metres away down the footpath towards the station. Some scum sucking vermin walking to the station early in the morning is nicking my newspaper and reading it for themselves. My precious Age, which I need to keep up to date and in tune with the world around me… well, apart from the dozen or so news-related web sites I invariably hit all day.
Cheeky bloody… does he or she think I won’t notice, and won’t mind? That I won’t do anything about it?
Not on your life. I’m seriously thinking about holding a stakeout. Park my car just up the street, and sit in it with a camera early tomorrow morning from about 6:30 when the paper generally gets delivered, and see who bites.