Car Crime

There's an abandoned car sitting outside our house. It's been there for months. Last night someone broke four of the windows and threw a firework inside. Whump, whump, whump, whump, fizz-bang! The whumping sounded just like
someone bouncing a football up and down and I thought maybe it had bounced out of control and landed in out front yard. By the time I went to look there was no-one in sight and the car was full of smoke. Had it caught fire I guess it could have blown our windows out. Nasty.

I stood around with the neighbours (in the bitter cold) and we sherlocked. No-one had seen anything. Then we called the police. Half an hour later a single copper turned up and took notes. He says they'll get it towed away because it's a danger to the public. Sure is!

The copper opined it must have been "kids" (ain't it always!) but Ailz has the more persuasive theory that the car's owner hired someone (and she thinks she knows who) to write it off so he wouldn't be liable to pay to have it scrapped.

They Wanted To Make Her A Dame And She Said "No!"

I'm reading How To Suppress Women's Writing By Joanna Russ (thanks for the recommendation, ide_cyan) and she has this fabulous quote from Virginia Woolf. 

As a woman I have no country

I like it so much that one of the characters in the novel I'm in the process of revising now has it printed on her T shirt. 

It contains the whole of history.  

Virginia Woolf is currently my god.