Heathfield girls to the rescue!

This evening we had an adventure truely worthy of a Famous Five story, except that it was more fabulous four. The night unfolded thus:

After a lovely evening spent enjoying gentil conversation and delicious food (cooked by Beth) in the house of Jonesy, Beth and Katie with Marjorie and Mueni we were wandering homewards.

As it is a mild night we were meandering down Whitchurch Road and minding our own business. Suddenly out of nowhere just as we were crossing a road a group of boys (reckless hooligans) crossed our path. They continued along the street perpendicular to us when they happened upon a blue van. One of them put his fist through the window and a loud "crash" of smashing glass was heard. The four (the second lot of 4 things in this story) then wandered down the road before turning down one of the alleys which Cardiff is riddled with.

We all looked at each other groggily having been awoken from our reveries and finally decided that the police should be called. Vix phoned 999 and informed the operator that it was not an emergency. This was very unusual for us, we never phone the emergency services even when we have emergencies.

Wikipedia defines an emergency as: a situation that poses an immediate threat to human life or serious damage to property. A false report of an emergency is usually a crime.

Anyway, after stating the non-emergency reason for the call she discoved that the police considered it urgent/ an emergency and she gave him some details. We were asked to hang around the street corner for a bit for the police. TWO police cars sped to our location ( two people in each so another 4 group) and got a brief description before deciding to play at driving fast in all of the aforementioned alleys.

While they were gone the owner of the van turned up. His own van had been stolen a few weeks before and the now-smashed van was a hire van. He was not particularly impressed.

The police returned empty handed and one of the girls took some details. For some reason everyone else looked at me when she asked who talked the best so I had to try and describe in detail all the boys. It's been a long time since I looked with any great interest at young teenage boys so the desciptions went along the line of erm well... one was probably my height with a black jumper and a cap, the others were shorter and wore teenage boy clothes, would I recognise them again, haha, no!

After a little while the police let us go and we continued on our way home, knowing that we had done our bit this evening to make Cardiff a safer place and a happier community.

Fran
xx