Little Red Corvette (well, Polo actually)

Had a brisk start to the day. We were woken up by someone banging on our front door and ringing the doorbell. It seems our neighbours (bless their cotton socks) had noticed one of the local scrotes trying to steal my dad's car. He (the scrote) had managed to get into the car but was stopped from actually starting it up or driving it away. He did steal the front of the radio/cassette (a device so old it was kept in place with blutak) and the service record. He also left a mess in the front passenger well of papers that he'd gone through in his haste to find something worth stealing.

The estate my parents live on is not the best area in the town and there is a pretty much constant police presence, so when my dad dialled 999, the local patrol was there within a few minutes. They took the details and will be looking on the local CCTV (I said it wasn't a good area), while the lads from SOCO (the British equivalent of CSI) covered the car in fingerprint powder. At least it got us up early this morning.

In other news. I am still applying for jobs, left, right and centre. I had an interview today for a school in Puglia and I'm in two minds. The school sounds lovely but it's very small (three teachers) and in a town that shuts in the afternoon! It would also mean teaching young learners (ie. between 8 and 13) which is something I'm not at all sure about. I have to make a decision tonight, if only to allow the school to look elsewhere if necessary.

And I hate making decisions.