June 6th, 2004



I'm not going to bed now.

The dogs, starting with Harry, heard something and rushed downstairs barking in that "who the hell are you" bark, which scared me shitless. Here I am stark naked, I've got my mobile with the nines already dialed in, I check the upstairs and turn all the lights on, then I rush downstairs checking the rooms one by one and when I get in to the kitchen I grab the biggest fuck off knife we have and check the storage space under the stairs and then the downstairs bog.

Thankfully there wasn't anything, so no need to grace PC Plod with my assortment of hanging meats.