Yesterday, was a weird one! With the roofers tearing off the old roof and preparing it for the new one it sounded like a prison riot. Miss C. and I were cloistered in the living room when all we could hear was the pounding of a water like device and shouting of full grown men. There was lots of banging and more shouting.
After the roofers left the door bell rang. Miss C. answered it and a gruff voice asked her if she was the owner of the home. She gestured for the person to step inside but the individual was not forthcoming. I said “Please come in” and instantly saw why this individual hesitated. It was a San Bernardino Police Officer. Turns out our neighbours roommate has gone missing and he wanted to know whether or not I had seen him. I told the office that I was pretty much housebound and gestured to my broken leg. The officer asked me some questions that I answered and then left. I have no clue if this officer will return or what happened to the guy next door.
When Anonymous and I went to bed we nearly phoned the police again. A couple of units down some tenants were having a shouting match/yo mama fight at 11:45p.m.. Anonymous and I spent the rest of the night making a song called “Ghetto Bells” set to the melody of “Silver Bells”!