The bike squad swooped on us yesterday just about 11am. Did we dare open the door to them, should we lay low or simply take our punishment?
The smaller of the two guys was scary. He walked in like he owned the place... why he even helped himself to my chocolate biscuit! But we’d been caught on the hop, both of us. We weren’t ready for them. Fortunately we got off with just a caution.
As they left, the scary one eyeballed me and told me straight.
“I think you two need to change out of your pyjamas now Baba!”