Raided!

Knock at the door.
I glanced towards the door.
( It’s got glass panels.)

“Daryl, the police are at the door.”

Daryl goes to the front door and opens it wide.
“You’re looking for me.”
“Are we, Sir?”
Giving him a very stern look....
Thinking ... “This is going to be the easiest nick of all time.”

(I’m making that up. Emily and I were now hiding. Couldn’t see them.)

“Yes. Daryl Street. Covid. Self Isolation.”

“No, Sir. Another matter.”

And lowered their voices.

( Should we run .... ?)

Daryl comes back inside ...
And beckons Martine.
She goes out with them on the front veranda ...
AND CLOSES THE DOOR.

( Come on .... )

Much muttering.

Is it The Postie?

(They don’t know it’s called Burner and we are not giving that up easily.)

Emily looks smug.
She has just driven it into Woopi.
Followed by me in Daryl’s car.
Got the Road Worthy.
All legal, we are.

More muttering.

Daryl and Martine wave the police goodbye and come back inside.
And proceed to talk about breakfast!

HEY!

What was that about?

“Oh ... disturbance down the street on Sunday night. Wondered if we had heard anything.”

Talk about anti climax.

But definitely ‘Blog Worthy’.... this does not happen every day.

Just to advise, we are Covid legal.
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