Out-foxed

Jul. 20th, 2017 09:02 am
peartreealley: (tea)
The other night, around 11PM, G and I were settling into bed when we began hearing an intermittent disturbance outside. The property next to us is a derelict, abandoned warehouse that tends to attract misbehavior from the local youths and seasonal squatters, so G bellowed out the window "who's out there?!" as we believed someone might be trying to use the dual-gated side passage between our house and the warehouse to gain entry to one or other properties, possibly were trying to break into our car (parked in front of the passage), or perhaps that someone had fallen off the roof--where we've seen squatters try to access the building before. It went silent for a while, and then the noise of attempts to climb in the side passage began again.

Eventually, we called 999 about a potential intruder and the police arrived to investigate.

We explained to the police officers what we'd been hearing and about the side passage. As we were explaining, the thrashing and noise started again. The police officer with us motioned us away, readied his taser and threw the gate open.

And then started laughing. And closed the gate again quickly.



In addition to the squatters, we also have at least three neighborhood foxes. That's a picture of a fox climbing the wall in between our house and the warehouse (taken level with the second storey balcony), and disappearing over the top of the side passage. We think they also go to the warehouse roof because the only other option is our enclosed patio and we know they're not going there. (We're not sure why they go to the roof, but hey.) We suspect the trapped fox had fallen off the wall into the side passage. Anyway, everyone relaxed and we wedged the forecourt gate open for a while so the fox could get free.

We apologized for wasting the police officers' time, and they pointed out that there's no visibility into the side passage and we had couldn't have known what manner of desperate, living creature was inside. But I think we were all glad in the end that it wasn't a person, and we were able to free the fox.
peartreealley: (tea)
For the last two weeks, I've been in the Dordodgne region of France. I'll have more about to say about that over time.

At the moment, though, my thoughts are on another place. The day after I moved to the UK, still jet-lagged and in shock at my life change, the Gryffindor took me to one of his favorite places. A place that even after five years away, people remembered him. A place he goes to almost every Saturday morning. A place I can go to in his stead, and say "Hi, I'm G's wife and he couldn't make it today--can you help me find what he usually buys?" and they'll laugh and know who I'm talking about.



It's the lane where G, [personal profile] sigelphoenix, and [personal profile] ratzeo went to get delicious food for our wedding. Where our wedding cake was made last year.



I get upset whenever there is an attack, of course, but I have to admit this last one hit "close to home" in a way I've never quite experienced before. G is a stoic Londoner ("I was here through the IRA bombings"), but I guess I'm just a bit more excitable and I'm still learning how to live in a city that is no stranger to being attacked and carrying on.

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