I am now at the point that when the McCann’s are on the news, I mute it.
I also skip any article about them and their child in the paper.
I’m sick to death of the alleged ‘sightings’ and other bollocks.
I’d really like to know who is paying for the British police officers who are out there doing the job the Portuguese were supposed to have done months ago.
A British laboratory is going to be doing the analysis on the blood found in the apartment.
How the fuck was that missed?
Now, some nonce in Switzerland has shot someone and killed himself and police are claiming a link.
So, do all paedophiles know each other?
Like Yanks who presume that you know all their acquaintances in London.
My road has been a bit lively today.
This afternoon some drunken tosser let his dog off the lead and it was hit by a car. (She was fine, had a graze over her eye)
While I was checking out the dog his equally pissed up ‘mate’ was shouting abuse at the neighbours and kicking cars.
He lobbed bricks, from a house having building work, in to the middle of the road.
He then walked up to dog owner and shouted that he wanted his ‘fucking money in 5 days or his head would be fucking kicked in‘.
Charming.
The lady opposite Sassy phoned the police.
This was about 5.30pm, it’s now nearly 10pm and, as yet, they are a no show.
Which is encouraging.
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Ooooh, nothing gets past our Jackie. And she's a good sort. It is also deeply pissing me off that the vast sums we pay to the Hants Constabulary are yielding swift responses to breaches of lauranorder.
How long before we have the first rumblings of a gated road?
She wasn't happy at being abused!
We were better off when the flat at the end was let to cannabis growers!
They were quiet.
The DSS families are a pain in the arse.
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