Sleepless in St-Bruno

Interesting night last night, and not in the good way.

About two o'clock in the morning, I heard a car pull up and park outside my house. My window faces the street, so I usually hear all the neighbours parking, but they usually park in the driveway. They're also usually considerate enough to not talk in loud voices, and are usually home before two on a Tuesday (being an older couple).

So someone parking in the street and talking audibly at two AM made my spidey-sense tingle. I got out of bed and snuck over to the window to see what was going on. Kept the lights off and stayed low; my eyes just cleared the sill. I saw a man walk away from our front door, shaking his head, and get into the passenger seat of the car, which then drove off. I didn't get any details other than it was a light-coloured sedan (either white, cream, or silver - hard to tell under orange streetlamps) and fairly new.

In retrospect, I should have woken my folks and called the police, but instead I curled up with my quilt next to the window and dozed there in case the men came back.

*sleepy*

I'm going to go around the neighbours' houses knocking on doors just to let them know, so that they're extra careful about making sure their doors are locked.

EDIT: It was the newspaper being delivered. Whew.

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Theatre was fun tonight. We read an adapted-for-kids version of Romeo and Juliet (essentially an abridged play, with a modern-day kid-writing-a-paper-character added to explain things), and I read Sampson (I bit my thumb) and Lady Capulet. (I've noticed she gets mor ehysterical over Tybalt than she does over her own daughter... what's up with that?)

There was a stranger-to-me person there tonight, and she told me I have a good voice for Shakespeare, which made me come over all shy. Compliments make me act funny. I handled it more gracefully than I usually do, though, so go me. I'd done Lady Capulet all very clipped and controlled, which made the bits where she loses it more fun. Also the bit where she tells Juliet to tell Lord Capulet her decision regarding Paris - channeled my own mother there, I think. "You tell your father, then, because I'm not going to."

Paris got renamed to Munich halfway through, though, because the guy reading him is German.

I think it was the funniest reading of a Shakespearean tragedy ever. Friar Laurence was read as a Rastafarian. *snicker*

Afterwards there was a cream tea. For those of you who have never experienced the pleasure of a cream tea.. well, it's rapture. Scones with clotted cream and raspberry (or strawberry jam)... mmm. And the tea was Earl Grey, and served in bone china.

Fantastic.