Lights in the greenhouse of a night

lol :O) love it, can just see it all going down. hahahaha

Ha ha........So, the Toms were the decoy....You can tell us now....where was the other stuff growing..And who were you growing for? perhaps the religious, piano playing old lady..to give her a boost!!!??

Great story - pity about the eggs but at least somebody enjoyed them...

Oh thats priceless, I'd love to have seen the look on the policewomans face when she was confronted by Hadleigh, its funny afterwards but don't suppose it was at the time.....

Oh that made me laugh,..my imagination was running riot ! great story :o)

There is always something interesting from Dungy !

What a laugh.

Well im glad so many thought it was funny "but" just one thing ref that lot,
For the remaining few years i was always wondering who reported me in the first place?

The local paper had a field day and the headlines (front page) read.
Drug bust on private house "guard dog was being used to stop police".

This was like any other local paper ie if the traffic lights got stuck on red it would end up in these local rag papers for the next three weeks and people would phone in to say they waited for three hours for the lights to change to green, and all that sort of rubbish news.

I did complain about the papers load of lies ref this police so called bust and when they interviewed the old lady next door and she said she'd say a prayer for me and god forgave all who came to him!!!!!!
Well that was the last straw,
I became a little paranoid and as we lived on a main road i noticed the Bus would be held up in the slow saturday morning rush hour traffic and i'd look up from reading the paper and see the top deck passengers looking into our lounge at me (or so i thought)
But when we put the house up for sale and the estate agents asked for directions as they we're going to tell me how much it was worth "i was asked if it was near the house the police visited.
But it sold and that was the end to that little "nightmare".

Good gardening to you all,
(ps i dont even smoke)

As I said its funny years later when telling the tale but I can understand how awful it must have felt at the time, we always say one should never believe what is reported in the papers but it does not stop the gossip and innuendo's there's always somebody who believes what they read is correct..
Had a grand time in the garden today Dungy,
SUNSHINE!!!!!!!! all day...

I once read the biography of a former Chief Constable of Oxfordshire. He said they deal with problems all the time, every day, its their job. But if local journalists get hold of a story, the Police are incredulous how it is blown up out of all proportion to its importance in the community.
The young woman who walked 4500 miles all round the coast of this country with a rescue dog, to raise money for the homeless, used to ring the local press ahead so that she could rattle her tin in the pub. Without exception, she was met by a journalist, and the first question she was asked was the same " You are walking alone. Have you been attacked by a man ?"
Scaremongering is their business to sell newspapers.
The answer is not to buy them.