Read on Twitter
A story about how after 13 years you can take the girl out of East London ...
Last week our daughter woke up at 4 and couldn’t get back to sleep.
While I lay awake with her, I heard something unusual...
Last week our daughter woke up at 4 and couldn’t get back to sleep.
While I lay awake with her, I heard something unusual...
The squeaking sound of brakes as a car drove slowly up our road, stopping often...
Compelled by my inner neighborhood watch instinct, I jumped out of bed to see what was going on
Compelled by my inner neighborhood watch instinct, I jumped out of bed to see what was going on
I saw a white van, easing up the road and stopping every few cars.. and the beam of a flashlight moving around suspiciously
At the end of the road it sped off, and I sped off to call the police, non emergency line.
At the end of the road it sped off, and I sped off to call the police, non emergency line.
After reporting the attempted crime I continued to alert the neighbors to be careful... a burglar was on the loose 
Last night she was up again at 2am for another marathon. Sure enough, a few hours after... the creeping brakes again...
I woke up my husband. “They’re back! Go look out the window”
I woke up my husband. “They’re back! Go look out the window”
He springs out of bed, assessing the situation.
Turns back to me calmly and informs me that I called the cops on the milkman.
... can’t take East London out of the girl..
Turns back to me calmly and informs me that I called the cops on the milkman.
... can’t take East London out of the girl..
