posted on Apr, 22 2017 @ 04:42 AM
My sister, my brother in law and some of their friends, were supposed to be driving North today for a much needed day out. My sister and brother in
law are currently homeless, as the owner of the property they used to reside in required personal use of it. They were unable to secure tenancy
elsewhere, and are currently in the sofa surfers position. Most of their property is at my place, some of it is even in my store at the moment. They
need their down time. They need fun. Its a bloody Dickensian situation they are in right now, and the odd foray into pure nerdom is required, in order
that things not be so utterly bleak that all their determination evaporates.
So, they are fans of table top gaming. Games featuring painted miniatures, Table Top Role Playing, board games and card collecting games, all things
nerd. There is an event up north today, which caters to these particular interests, and it is to this event which my peeps were going to be going. I
say going to, because when my sister left her friends flat to prepare her vehicle for the journey, she found that her windscreen had been assaulted
with some blunt force object. My mother, who rushed to her side after getting a lift from a friend, discovered that laying nearby were two items, to
whit, one golf club handle, and one golf club head, separated from one another, presumably by the impact.
My sisters car is a beater, but its solid. Its not a fancy car, not a target for abuse. And yet its windscreen is broken, and they will now be unable
to go to the event, because getting it fixed will be impossible within the time frame necessary, and all other modes of transportation are either
unavailable or far too expensive, which amounts to the same thing.
I am fuming. Apparently, the neighbours heard a commotion at about three in the morning, mopeds revving, oiks yelling in their monosyllabic gutter
dialect, followed by a heavy impact, and the mopeds revving off into the distance. Its pretty clear what happened. Some bastard on a moped has gotten
up to speed, and whacked the windscreen with a club, which has then snapped or the head come free of the shaft, which pieces have scattered under the
impact force, the shaft flying under a nearby BMW, and the head coming to rest in the gutter, on the other side of the street. I hope the little
bastards who did this, end up underneath a bus, on fire, and I hope they live through it but wind up crippled. All my sister and her peeps wanted was
a small amount of joy in a bleak situation, that is all. She is delicate in the mind at the moment, has been for some time, and if anyone deserved a
day off from sorrow...
Imagine me swearing vigorously, loudly, and with all the aplomb with which I tend to deploy the rest of the language I speak.