13th October 2020
The air was filled with the sound of sirens getting closer.
Two police cars drew to a halt outside Larry’s house. Then the fire truck arrived. This is the first responders heading for the latest incident.
Then another police truck pulled up, it was all happening outside our front door
Admittedly this is not the first time the police have knocked on Larry’s door.
His daughter is usually the cause, she is bi-polar and is prone to wild outbursts.
This time seemed different, there were lots of people mingling about, the paramedics from the fire truck were inside, we were bystanders watching the saga unfold.
The ambulances as the final service to arrive, yet more people crammed into the house.
Larry has not had that number of visitors in his room for years.
There was no stretcher or any attempt to carry out a lifeless corpse. Larry is not the healthiest person around, so we were expecting the worse.
One by one the police vehicles left, then the fire truck departed, all that was left was ambulance. A few more people turned up, but we had no idea who they were.
Eventually the ambulance drove away, a bit of an anti-climax if I was honest.
Soon everyone had gone, it was bizarre, all was quiet on Southshore drive.
The next thing I saw was Larry driving away in his truck, what the heck!
Soon after, his daughter arrived, she threw open her car door, and rushed into the house.
Was there any signs of concerns? It didn’t look like it. Larry returned soon after, then two police cars pulled up outside.
His daughter, by this time a bit animated was rushing in and out of the house carrying things that she was stuffing into her car, whilst shouting at the police, and Larry.
It was all getting a bit exhausting, Kelli was as curious as I was, but we waited in the shadow of the garage without trying to be interested.
After many trips back and forth to her car she slammed her door and drove off. The police hung around for a while, but then they left, leaving Larry to wander about.
No being able to contain our curiosity, we walked over to find him rummage though the dustbin. Apparently his daughter had cleaned everything from the fridge and thrown it in the rubbish, so he was trying to rescue the good stuff.
He told us that she had attacked him, causing him to fall and hit his head, not sure who dialled 911.
This was the last straw for him, he had put up with her craziness and verbal abuse for long enough, she had moved out, to stay with a friend, and he looked relieved.
So that ended our drama, all we had left was our furniture and more sanding, but it was entertaining.
We thought the sight of two wild turkeys on our shed was the highlight of the day, how wrong we were.
Another Lifetime to go 