A night-time visitor and not of the nice kind.
On Saturday morning Younger Son noticed some broken bits of car outside our back/side gate. It looked as if joy-riders might have dumped them. He reported it to the police and that was that.
Now Nuora works in an Italian restaurant and they were busy on Saturday evening so it was almost midnight when she got home. She was in the bathroom cleaning her teeth when she noticed the security light was on outside. Because of the morning's events she called Younger Son who peered out and saw a prowler. They bravely rushed downstairs and outside by which time the prowler had gone. Thankfully. (George meantime had refused to get out of bed.)
It looks as if one or more of the scallywags from the Friday evening, having seen Nuora's scooter on the drive, had returned to steal it.
It's now safely ensconced in the garage and we're just grateful that the intruder wasn't there when Nuora got home from work. And George is never going to live down the shame of sleeping through the intruder's visit. Not that he cares. He was tired. Bless him.