Party time

Last night was a long one. It seems that our street was the unofficial party venue for the village and surrounding areas. They must have heard we were here.

There was a mobile celebration of something -by the looks of it, beer and shouting- meandering up and down the street until about midnight, when the participants got into two cars and made a simultaneous thirty-seven point turn in the empty carpark next to our house.

At about two some teenagers looking for a place to stop and have long in depth conversations and listen to music, chose the parking space by our kitchen window.

So we prayed for them.

Eventually I asked them if they wouldn't mind taking their music selection elsewhere. They were friendly enough, and went off in search of another car park. I was now feeling nicely wired so I was able to go for a walk to see the sunrise, or at least to see the couds get a bit lighter.