Just remembered another one...
I used to live on my own in a terraced house. My next door neighbours liked the occasional smoke, as did I (see previous story), and were rumoured to grow their own. Didn't speak to them much, didn't know for sure.

Anyways, i'm lying on the sofa at home with the flu, nothing but Lemsip, Lucozade and the last of my soap bar to keep me happy. This is back when I used to smoke in the house, horrible thing to do.

There's a kerfuffle from the back yard (a small patch of unkempt grass surrounded by fences, with a shed i'd never investigated having promptly lost the patio door key on moving in) which I ignore as Emmerdale or something is on. A minute or two later, more kerfuffle. Then a while later a knock at my front door. Two coppers.

"Evening sir, do you know what's going on next door?"

Thinking my neighbour had been busted for his alleged plants, I said no, and on finding out he'd been burgled, let them in to have a look in my back yard, aware of just how much my house probably stank of smoke, not the regular type either.

They shine their torches out through the unopenable patio door, where there's a bag of stuff in the middle of my garden. Turns out the neighbour came home to find the thieves looting his place, and they scarpered. Daylight the next day revealed that the thieves had demolished one side fence on the way in, and then the one between my house and his on the way out, dropping their loot in surprise.

Heard on the local grapevine that it was actually my house, containing turntables, hi-fi, playstation etc. that they were after and they got the fence count wrong.
(squirrelysquirrel, Fri 6 May 2011, 8:11, 1 reply)

If there were rumours that your neighbours were growing their own...
...then I doubt that you were the intended target!
( TheAlmightyBeev, Fri 6 May 2011, 8:40, closed)