Vandals in the neighbourhood

I can now reveal, since he's owned up, that it was one of my Wednesday night drinking buddies that knocked over the bit of the neighbours' wall! I've said nothing so far, but it was funny, so I'm glad to be able to tell the story.

This bit of wall has been unstable for a while, but last Wednesday, as we were parting company outside our house, a Certain Someone started poking it with his toe, and down it came. It was originally the square bit by the gap in the wall for the gate, and this and the gatepost had broken away a little, as the old mortar crumbled. It was one of those fairly simple jobs that had been put off for a while, because it wasn't worth getting someone in for. So .... it stayed like that ;-)

John's (oops, give-away) toe poking knocked out the last bit of mortar, and the wall came tumbling down. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a huge collapse, but it was quite a few kilos of stone. My god, was he embarrassed! Oh, but it was SO funny at the time, and his face was a real picture: guiltily looking around like a school-kid caught in the act of causing trouble. Honestly, as the man gets older (he's happily retired) the younger he behaves!!