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Just sent a long email to our local bobby, the NHW group leader, and our councillor detailing a whole bunch of stuff to do with the drug dealing and prostitution that's been going on out the back (and sometimes even in our back yard) since the locks on the security gates were destroyed.
It's been getting worse for months, but the final straw was when I caught a group of junkies taking too close an interest in the Orion last week and the dealer, having arrived and sorted them out, then stopped on his way back to assure me that he would "make sure" they didn't mess with my car or otherwise get up to anything back there. I'm sure he will, as he has a nice little setup being able to do handovers off the street and away from CCTV. But it so happens that I already pay for a police force to make sure of such things, and for the council to secure the area
Thanks to having mixed with a great variety of strange people from all areas of society over the years, I'm pretty good at maintaining my cover as a bloke who doesn't really mind what they get up to as long as they leave me and my stuff alone, while secretly tattling to the law
The law, meanwhile, has responded. He pretty much admits there's not a huge amount that can be done until the gates are sorted out (which is why I included our councillor) but he and his colleagues will pay a bit more attention to the area for a while. It is so secluded that it's easy to forget it exists; I never even realised it was there and how big it is until I'd lived here for a month or so. But maybe a copper strolling through now and again will help make it a little less ideal for such activities
Investigation revealed that such parts of the rest of the house as I have access to had no such problem. So I then had to shift a load of junk in the dark so I could crawl behind the telly and investigate the fusebox. The main breaker had tripped, so I turned that back on; this restored many things, but as I moved it back, one of the lesser ones turned itself off. As far as I can tell, that's for the plug circuits here in the living room. I tried turning it back on and… fine.
So now everything's back, and I get to sit here wondering what tripped it and whether whatever it was will suddenly burst into flames any minute
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