Aha! I thought somebody might be interested. The story goes like this - some years ago I went upstairs to find an egg, unbroken, sitting on my bedroom carpet. I went through all sorts of musing as to how it could have got there but nothing made sense. Some nights later, lying in bed with the window wide open, something came flying through the window, broke on the bedstead and splattered all over including on to my face. Nice! I mentioned it to the PCSO when he was passing one day and he said that there had been a similar incident in Lateward Road! Then, looking at the front of my house I saw that I had also been the victim of at least one failed attempt as egg was on the brickwork and remains there, hardened by the sun, to this day. Apart from the mess, I couldn't help but wonder at the mentality of somebody walking the streets late at night with a tray of eggs looking for windows to lob them through.
Anne England ● 3581d